Apr. 24th, 2002

wolven7: (Anger)
i do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.

i aim with my eye.

i do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.

i shoot with my mind.

i do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.

i kill with my heart.
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It's... Tyme for another change in course. There has been too much and too many of the Affects. Affectings, Affectations, Affections. It's fucking with me. From outside, as well as within. There's been a subconscious drive to be what i'm not, to be what i admire, and to be what others expect me to be. i believe the proper term, now, is "No."

i've been trying to make everyone else happy, on a lower level, and it's making me miserable. So i'm stopping. This is me. Not a gunslinger. Not a priest. Not a confessional. Not a referee. This is me. Messenger, maybe. Destroyer, ultimately. Strong, ever. Myself, From now until the end of my days.

Good Nytes. Good Days. Dream Well.
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i'm in an odd conglomeration of the current house, the Douglas House, and the basement Echo Lounge, and the back yard is somewhat like my father's house. There's a party going on, here, and there are people, everywhere. Especially in the basement. i'm wandering around, talking to people, and i go downstairs, and there's a girl, having body shots of Kool-Aid done off of her. Sam's taking one, as i walk up, and decide to take one. i pull a shot of Kool-Aid out of this giant ice-filld metal tub next to her, and pi thte whole thing, glass and all, into my mouth. While i'm doing that, she decides that she doesn't want me to Kiss her. Then, after a short exchange, she decides that she does. i kiss her.

The next morning her parents are there, to pick her up from the party. There's still alcohol and people, everywhere. The girl and i had spent the nyte in my room, together, but not having sex. Her parentguardian types, consisting of and Old woman, and some other, not well seen Thing, came and got her, while she was still wearing a t-shirt, which was much to large for her, and nothing else. i had been talking, online, for a bit, and there were still IM windows open, on the computer screen. The old woman looks at a few of them, sees copious amounts of cursing, and is appalled. i say something about Ireland, and it calms her down. They leave, and i start to pick up, in the back yard, and around the house.

It's later in the day, and i'm playing/ am in a video game. The game is a combination of Alice, Tomb Raider, and a game called Mammon. The point was to raid the underground vaults, there, and find all the various types of treasure. The vaults are under the basement of the House. So i'm searching around, and cleaning, at the same tyme, and i find one vault door, that's always open, and will continue to open, a long as a certain code is set, in the bricks. As i'm playing, i'm inside the head of the main character, riding along, able to speak to and influence her. We go into the Ever-Opening Vault, and find all kinds of money and treasure, and we start to bring it upstairs. On the second trip into the vault, io see some important bricks in the wall, and i remember a word i'm supposed to use. We start sliding the bricks around, and making the word. The word is [RS]TCEN. As i watch, the ground starts to shake. The bricks with the words start to glow. We run over to the pit in the ground and she jumps down into the pit, which is rapidly filling with lava. i ask her what the hell she's doing. She decides that we should run, and i'm all about that. We start running, out of the vault, and we pass a receptionist's desk and there are two ways we can go. One way takes us back into the house, where we'll be safe, and the other way takes us upstairs, to the mall, where we can warn people. We decide to go warn people.

We're in the mall, and i'm with my sister, Zakiya, and that's how i know we're in California. We are trying to find the quickest way to warn people about the impending doom from below, when she remembers one of the loudspeakers in the food court. We go to it and it plays some standard announcement, before we're able to tell people about it. And suddenly everyone is listening.

Collin Powel and his family are telling everyone to be calm, and we'll all be ok. We start sending out scouting parties to fight the oncoming mennace.

The top of the mall, being the back of the food court, and the escalators are still there, but it is also outside, in a canyon. The escalators lead into and out of the canyon. Sam and Ben have given me a tree-wheeled ATV, and Snoop Dog, Jay-Z, Ice Cube and Dr. Dre, ar all telling me how nice it is, and they're all getting along. We're waiting by the gates.

Capiz has decided to become a cop, in the post-apocalyptic speldor of the new world, and is wearing a shirt with a badge sewn in, prior to getting her real badge. Big Damian is driving a shiny red corvette thing, and Capiz wants to drive it. We restrain her. She goes off to do her job.

i'm in the house, again, and there are more pepole living there now. Rob and Shaffer are there, and Capiz is in the down stairs shower. i come down stairs, out of my Attic Shower, and am waering nothing but a towel. People start teasing me about Capiz. i try to ignore them, and simply wrap my towel around my waist. i wake up


And those were my dreams from last nyte... Long, intricate, and i destroyed half of the world. The funny thing was, and the satisfying thing, actually, was that no one was mad at me about it. Everyone understood that i only did what i had to. The [RS]TCEN word is put like that because the R and the S were one letter. But it's all good. i'm off to find foodish things. Then to write a paper. Later.

Day Dream Well

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