Up A GODDAMN MOUNTAIN.
Sep. 18th, 2002 01:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7TDOTHT - [Cthulhu Dreams]--- Now, ladies and gentlemen... Guess what? DAddy's home.... With fresh spankin's for those what needs/wants 'em.... Now... Where to begin? We've had a lot of trouble with the Truth, around here, lately. We've not had enough of it, to begin with. Other than that, it's the same old shit, with a dash of the Russian Mob thrown in, for flavour. Don't ask. Though i did recently read "Idoru," by Gibson. And a lot of the things i Dream, perceive, or on which i other wise focus heavily, have been coming into "Reality." But whatever, right? Now let's talk about the 712 emails, in my inbox, from EIGHT DAYS AGO.
Why is it... Why is it that when i disappear... When i go up the mountain... people discuss my concepts, ideas, and postulations (which are much different from my pustulations), than when i'm actually around and try to initiate conversation, and watch my Friends.... By the way, motherfuckers, y'all's gon' have t' email me. i am not, i repeat NOTreading EIGHT DAYS WORTH of back journals, as well as eight days worth of back email.... Internut Exploder's a whore, and i just got her back on the street, tonight, ok? Cut me some slack. Email me. i'd really appreciate the persophonal touch, if nothing else. Now, back to the subject at hand:
TDOTHT - [Shoggoths Away]--- What the fuck is it with you people? Did you seriously think i was dead, and that, due to my timely demise, it was your academic duty to discuss, argue, and randomise, like a bunch of philosophy professors, settling into a new school? Sorry... that was harsh... It seems like people don't actually like to Talk with me, anymore. (Thickets - [Walking On The Moon]). All i get is people talking To me, At me, Around me, or, in the case of the morons who think i give two shits of a damn, TRYING to talk Above me. Fuck 'em. That's not conversation. That's not communication. Two things i love, i get the least of... At least about anything relevant, these days... Blah, blah, blah. Anyway, moving on.
Had a nice neat series of FUCKED UP Dreams, over the week. (Skinny Puppy - [Morter]). But they're too far gone to be of any relevance. Still deleting email. Down to 210, new. Anywho. I'm back. Hopefully i can get the whore to stay on the street, thereby providing me with the means to feed my sometimes addiction... When i get back and more settled in, here, again, i'll tell you about all the wonderful/horrible things, going on in and around my life... They are many, and their gods are mad.... *licks*
TDotHT - [Requiem For A Clone Hunter]--- I'm really fucking busy, and i simply needed to pare down my email list, and post to let you all know that i was alive... i have missed you, but not enough to come down off the mountain, as it were.... "I was having a mildly paranoid day, mostly due to the fact that the mad priest lady from over the river had taken to nailing weasels to my door, again." (TDotHT - [My Tank]). Stuff like that there..... *licks fangs* i need more meat....
Gute Nacht!
Dream Well
Why is it... Why is it that when i disappear... When i go up the mountain... people discuss my concepts, ideas, and postulations (which are much different from my pustulations), than when i'm actually around and try to initiate conversation, and watch my Friends.... By the way, motherfuckers, y'all's gon' have t' email me. i am not, i repeat NOTreading EIGHT DAYS WORTH of back journals, as well as eight days worth of back email.... Internut Exploder's a whore, and i just got her back on the street, tonight, ok? Cut me some slack. Email me. i'd really appreciate the persophonal touch, if nothing else. Now, back to the subject at hand:
TDOTHT - [Shoggoths Away]--- What the fuck is it with you people? Did you seriously think i was dead, and that, due to my timely demise, it was your academic duty to discuss, argue, and randomise, like a bunch of philosophy professors, settling into a new school? Sorry... that was harsh... It seems like people don't actually like to Talk with me, anymore. (Thickets - [Walking On The Moon]). All i get is people talking To me, At me, Around me, or, in the case of the morons who think i give two shits of a damn, TRYING to talk Above me. Fuck 'em. That's not conversation. That's not communication. Two things i love, i get the least of... At least about anything relevant, these days... Blah, blah, blah. Anyway, moving on.
Had a nice neat series of FUCKED UP Dreams, over the week. (Skinny Puppy - [Morter]). But they're too far gone to be of any relevance. Still deleting email. Down to 210, new. Anywho. I'm back. Hopefully i can get the whore to stay on the street, thereby providing me with the means to feed my sometimes addiction... When i get back and more settled in, here, again, i'll tell you about all the wonderful/horrible things, going on in and around my life... They are many, and their gods are mad.... *licks*
TDotHT - [Requiem For A Clone Hunter]--- I'm really fucking busy, and i simply needed to pare down my email list, and post to let you all know that i was alive... i have missed you, but not enough to come down off the mountain, as it were.... "I was having a mildly paranoid day, mostly due to the fact that the mad priest lady from over the river had taken to nailing weasels to my door, again." (TDotHT - [My Tank]). Stuff like that there..... *licks fangs* i need more meat....
Gute Nacht!
Dream Well
