heheh i know one of the problems....

Kittie - [Immortal]--- The entire Universe feels ineffectual and useless. It's like having a box fulkl of Tools, and a project that needs to be done, and the bow full of tools is nothing but socket wrenches, and you need a bone-saw, or a blowtorch, and you'd make one out of the fabric of reality, but that's exactly what i'm talking about! You Can't! It won't Let You! AHHH! *Goes to Hel*

Yes that's an intentional single L there. Look it up.

Go Big Or Go Home.

i'm going to bed soon.

i feel a Bit better, but i'm going to go blow stuff up, in Dreams. Pleasant Dreams, if you're lucky. Other wise, Good Nytes. Good Days. Dream Well

"Running through the Underworld, into your room."

i'm in my grandmother's house, which is also my father's house.(meaning that they are one and the same houses, not that they live together. There is a difference.) i'm looking down at this miniature model of a ship, which is made out of my comic books, and we're droping bombs on on this squid creature wich, we know, if it gets out would kill us all.

At the same tyme as i am doing this, i am also on the ship, which is also my great-aunts house, trying to figure something out. i'm Spike, from Cowboy Bebop, flying onto the ship, trying to get Jet to help me, and he won't, and my Stingray's dead, missing it's engines. So i'm having to pull up, after going into this dive, to glide over the ocean surface, and i land on the ship.

We kill the thing, and these little eggs pop out of the model, and onto the hardwood floor. They look like scent pellets, for bath scents. My grandmother tells me that we have to help them hatch. This makes perfect sense to me, so i start pressing on the eggs, trying to crack them open, to let the little babies go free. My uncles, Jeffery and Jerome, walk in, talking about my grand father. But the twins aren't the twins, because one of them is supposed to be dead, so there are two of them, and two identities, but really only one. So i get one of the eggs open, because the others have scattered all ofer the place, and i have to squeeze it to get it to move/swim.

i'm in a museum/caffeteria/school that's also the auditorium from Hannibal. i start off there by looking for the octopus/squid baby that flew/swam here. i start looking t the art, and standing next to it. There's an auction going on, and one of the artists is my friend. He has something about Carlos Casteneda wrtten/drawn/painted on his works. There are pictures and sculptures and skeletons of demons, all around the gallery. i admire the work that went into reconstructing them. My friend, whose initials are C.A., get's his piece of artwork bit upon highly. We talk to the people who bought it. Hazey bits about going to the kitchen... i wak up

i can't think of any artists i know with the initials C.A., but that's probably because i'm too close to it. Perhaps i'll look back later and it will all fall into place. Until then, i'm hungry, after a fashion, so off i go. TTFN.

well DIZZAMN!!!

Guess what children? i updated my FREAKING Website!! i need my own domain, however, and my own computer, that i may do with it as i will, and have no popups. Freaking Hell... Wolven SMASH!... i mean... Mmm! FAYGO!

Anyway the site's got some new pics, new links, new quotages, and a link from there to here, cause i like circles. Need more pictures of people, and need to completely rearange my Friends page... Blarg i say. Anyway, i'm out like "Hammer Pants".

Later Kids.