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wolven7Eminem - [Till I Collapse]--- I'm doing a bit better, now. If i can keep it up, then all will be well. I don't what possessed me to not be writing, in this time... And i finished "Count Zero," last night. It was very good... Still trying to integrate everything, into my head... Virek's full plan, and the squirrel metaphor. I'm sure it'll click, eventually.
Speaking of "Count Zero," the angel was in my dream, last night, and we were in a space station. (The Changelings - [Flowers Cover Your Eyes]). The main thing, though, was the vending machines. Everything came out either to the wrong specs, or stale. Then i was in a park, with my sisters, at the same time as i was in the space station. That feeling of being split, and ion two places at once. It was very odd... And the vending machines were still there, in the park. That's about all i can remember, really.
I'll probably start on "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep," tonight. After i've gone back through some of "Count Zero," and fitted some things, that is. (Cowboy Bebop - [Green Bird]). I don't know it is with me and this whole cyberpunk kick, recently. It may be more of my Pinocchio complex, coming back. A new manifestation of the whole "I want to be a real boy" thing... If so, i'll have to do something about it.
Deadsy - [Key To Gramercy Park]--- Another option is that i'm simply looking for that kind of validation, there. Still Pinocchio, but not a longing or wanting for something i'm not, so much as something i don't have. The whole understanding thing, again. Needing to identify with the misunderstood, even if we are misunderstood, in entirely different ways. Entire ages of our lives are defined by this, without us ever knowing it... At least, with knowledge, we can direct it. Let it flow... And therein may lie yet another problem.
The Avalanches - [Frontier Psychiatrist]--- Anyone with eyes will tell you that these Forces of Nature type things don't like being directed. They like to flow, and happen as they will. Well, as i've said, i don't do well, in going with the flow. I like to know where i'm going, and have a direct hand in my getting there. *sigh* Most of the time.
"It's layers upon layers." Feh. It's kind of annoying, in that Itching at the back of your brain, in a parody of the SomethingWrong buzzing, kind of way. (Hoobastank - [Crawling In The Dark]). Ahh, winamp. I pick the music, you dole it out, as appropriate. Heh. Good deal. Other than that, i've still no mode of transport, and there are many things i need to do, today and tomorrow. And i'll get them done, i'm sure.
School starts Monday. I can't decide if i'm happy, sad, nervous, or indifferent, about that. And i smell meat... No food. Need a job. Going to get an on-campus job. Hmm... Need something else. Bookstore. Need that. Music. Need that. Borders? Barnes and Noble? (Queen Sarah Saturday - [Seems]). Purrrhaps.... But now i'm ranting off the things i'm thinking, as i'm thinking them. Good. I need to get back in the habit of talking as i think and feel, not letting myself fall into the non-communicative realm where a good chunk of the world seems to reside... But, neither here nor there.
I'm off, kids. See you all later. Heh. Good winamp.
Day Dream
Speaking of "Count Zero," the angel was in my dream, last night, and we were in a space station. (The Changelings - [Flowers Cover Your Eyes]). The main thing, though, was the vending machines. Everything came out either to the wrong specs, or stale. Then i was in a park, with my sisters, at the same time as i was in the space station. That feeling of being split, and ion two places at once. It was very odd... And the vending machines were still there, in the park. That's about all i can remember, really.
I'll probably start on "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep," tonight. After i've gone back through some of "Count Zero," and fitted some things, that is. (Cowboy Bebop - [Green Bird]). I don't know it is with me and this whole cyberpunk kick, recently. It may be more of my Pinocchio complex, coming back. A new manifestation of the whole "I want to be a real boy" thing... If so, i'll have to do something about it.
Deadsy - [Key To Gramercy Park]--- Another option is that i'm simply looking for that kind of validation, there. Still Pinocchio, but not a longing or wanting for something i'm not, so much as something i don't have. The whole understanding thing, again. Needing to identify with the misunderstood, even if we are misunderstood, in entirely different ways. Entire ages of our lives are defined by this, without us ever knowing it... At least, with knowledge, we can direct it. Let it flow... And therein may lie yet another problem.
The Avalanches - [Frontier Psychiatrist]--- Anyone with eyes will tell you that these Forces of Nature type things don't like being directed. They like to flow, and happen as they will. Well, as i've said, i don't do well, in going with the flow. I like to know where i'm going, and have a direct hand in my getting there. *sigh* Most of the time.
"It's layers upon layers." Feh. It's kind of annoying, in that Itching at the back of your brain, in a parody of the SomethingWrong buzzing, kind of way. (Hoobastank - [Crawling In The Dark]). Ahh, winamp. I pick the music, you dole it out, as appropriate. Heh. Good deal. Other than that, i've still no mode of transport, and there are many things i need to do, today and tomorrow. And i'll get them done, i'm sure.
School starts Monday. I can't decide if i'm happy, sad, nervous, or indifferent, about that. And i smell meat... No food. Need a job. Going to get an on-campus job. Hmm... Need something else. Bookstore. Need that. Music. Need that. Borders? Barnes and Noble? (Queen Sarah Saturday - [Seems]). Purrrhaps.... But now i'm ranting off the things i'm thinking, as i'm thinking them. Good. I need to get back in the habit of talking as i think and feel, not letting myself fall into the non-communicative realm where a good chunk of the world seems to reside... But, neither here nor there.
I'm off, kids. See you all later. Heh. Good winamp.
Day Dream
A word from a Force
What the hell. Maybe it only works for gazelle-horned demons.
And when you get around to Androids: He shoulda shot the guy. I don't care if the guy's a human, that doesn't make his life worth anything if he's gonna be like that...
Re: A word from a Force
Date: 2002-08-18 10:27 am (UTC)