wolven7 | Well. Okay.

Fine. The Wisky/Redbull already exists (though I doubt it's a 1:1 mix, in any bar, and certainly not served in a coffee mug).

I propose, then, that we RENAME the beverage "The Warren Ellis," and have done with it. It is YOUR job, dear, gentle, alcoholic reader, to go about spreading it. Ask for it by name, in bars. Ask for it at parties. Make them in advance and hand them out at the circus... You should Not hand them out at the circus.

I dreamed, last night, that I was witness to two separate shootings/robberies at two gas station convenience stores. They were, however the same convenience store. A couple was ringing people up, with a bag full of money, and I knew they were robbing the place. I told them I'd check myself out, and I let them flee. Morgan Freeman checked the closet, when they had driven away, and a minute and a half had passed, and we found the store clerk, dead. I had to call the cops, but the phone was dead, so I turned the store into a BP, and called 911. My mother answered the line, and I told her the deal, and then I called the actual line for the police department. The attendant of the BP had to vomit when he saw that the attendant of the Chevron was dead.

Something about a social event, in a school laid out like a combination of Oglethorpe University and the Edgewood shopping centre. Inside, too many people, stepping outside, to see someone I definitely knew, and someone who looks familiar, but wouldn't talk to me enough for me to figure out how. I kept trying to get a good look at her, but she would turn away, so I couldn't see her face. Eventually I just asked her if I knew her from somewhere. She mumbled, under her breath "You Better:" So I became even more determined to figure out who she was. (Android Lust - [Division]). Eventually, I started charming her, tempting, teasing information from her, and I got her name, which wasn't her name, but a variant on her name. She was a combination of Katie Merritt and Mimi, with a personality like Svetlana, from Day Watch... She walked away all shy and giggly, and I skipped away on a sidewalk made of couch cushions, all bouncy. I knew I'd led her on, and would probably hurt her, but I knew who she was.The buildings to my right, a sharp drop into the sky on my left. Going back into the building, thining about the white clouds in the ball room, that made up the walls and doors, wondering where certain people were, in my dreamscape, and why they weren't where I could see them. (Android Lust - [Kingdom of One])> I woke up.

I woke up thinking about Alan Moore, and the end of the Tree of Life story arc, in Promethia, thinking about the act of infusing a written work with your will, and making the entire thing, creation and reading, a magical working.

Still thinking about that.

Remember: "I'll have a Warren Ellis."

Android Lust - [Panic Wrought]--- Good Morning.