Dreams of Change, Home, Comfort at Another's Expense.

Crüxshadows - [East]--- Dreams of not being able to properly throttle a motorcycle-- which I stole/appropriated in game trade from a cop, after three kids ran from three cops, for various crimes, ranging from petty theft to murder-- on a hill, near Georgetown Day. It felt like spring in DC, and I was home, but not. If that's not Freudian, I don't know what Is.

Another section of dream about everyone living in a version of the Xavier mansion, with mech_angel and I playing a Deadpool videogames. (Björk - [Pagan Poetry]). In the game, I was Deadpool, and there was my counterpart, in Agent-X, who had been brainwashed, and was trying to kill me. Fighting was useless, because we mirrored each other. We had displaced other housemates, to play the game, and be able to let people sleep. Patrick was there, somewhere. Something about riding MARTA, and running into him.

Something about traveling around a toy stor, with toys of the souls of people we knew, stylised, and articulated. We went home, which was my great-aunt's house, in DC. My aunt, my great aunt, and Kelly's cat were all there, but they had no place to sleep, because our bedroom was a combination of my great-aunt's bedroom, and the middle family room. (The Dresden Dolls - [Slide]). It was also in the house next door. Something about waking up to use the computer, and visiting with my great aunt. No one minded giving up the space-- they insisted-- and I didn't feel awkward about it, in the dream.

Something, in the dream, about djaesthetic.

I slept a while, broken and disjointed, though it was. There may have been something in there, about the West Wing, or X-Men, or it may have only been my sensory input, prior to bedtime.

I have a paper proposal, and a Critical response to write, this weekend. Four days for one, and five for the other. I need to find books, for the bibliography of the proposal, and, oh yeah, figure out my topic, at all.

Geinoh Yamashirogumi - [Dolls' Polyphony]--- I'm seriously considering tracking the changes in prostitution, from worshiped priestess, to despised taboo. Tracking it, and figuring out Why. Or perhaps the more Crowlian spin on that, and see what i can find about the Sacred Whore. My read ing lis talways raises red flags. ^_^

Anyway, I'm going to go eat, and watch some more West Wing.

See you... when I see you.

Cthulhu's got nothing on this.

Danny Elfman - [Veruca Salt]--- My mind is BROKEN. In ANGER.

Fuck you, Tori Spelling. Fuck you to Hell and gone.

http://imdb.com/title/tt0478126/

Veruca Salt - [Victrola]--- The writer and director have done... This. Only this. On the one hand, no other Suck behind them. On the other hand, they're make a debut on something about which a Lot of people will be pissed, if they Fuck Up.

Thanks be to all the gods who were are and ever shall be, if this turns out to be a Good Lovecraft Adaptation, but woe unto he who continues to dash our hopes and dreams.

Fuckers...

There is no such thing as coincidence. EVER.

The Dust Brothers - [Hessel, Raymond K.]--- I just changed one of my interests to "ia! ia! cthulhu fhtagn!" In so doing, and in checking who else shared that interest (because it amused me that Anyone else did) I found Johnny Landmine. John. bluesummers.

No, i didn't know he was on here. It's not one of those things you can see, well, until you put it together, because the pieces are all the fuck over the place. You put them together and you think "Of Course!" Even though... well, of course what? It is due to the course of events, yes.

Prince of Persia - Sands of Time - [The Prison]--- Stupid freely deterministic universe... Thanks for listening to me ramble.

That is all.

God Damn this song is awesome...

Rachel Stamp - [Carmelita (Warren Zevon Cover)]--- I worry. A Lot. I worry about my girlfriend, I worry about my friends, I worry about my family, and I worry about the people I hate. I worry that they aren't happy enough, I worry that they aren't doing what they need to do, to make their lives fulfilling, in the long run. I worry, when they have bad days. And there's nothing I can do about it. Not a single fucking thing.

There was a trend, in my life, to try to help everyone. To fix everything. To make it all ok, and to make the scary monsters go away, for once and for all. That got me no where. No one likes people fixing their problems, unasked, no one likes people butting in. And that's understandable. No one likes their shit taken out of the realm of their own free will. (Alpha Cat - [Reconsider Me (Warren Zevon Cover)]). I still ask people, if they're ok, though. I ask how they're doing, and want to know the answers. They look at me like I'm crazy, and the tone of voice tends to suggest that they think what I'm doing is stupid. They don't like me digging. For the most part. Yeah. For the most part. Next time you really want to know what someone's thinking, or if they're ok, ask them, and see how they react.

As I said, I worry about people, and I do this because i'm scared that, one day I'll stop caring, that way, entirely. (LUXT - [Burn]). I'll stop asking, and I'll stop wanting to know, and I'll just stop. But I don't think I would ever stop. I'd become the architect of your pain, before I'd ever allow you to make me not care, at all.

To be completely honest, that's why I worry.

thenowhere is hosting secrets. Go share. I don't have many secrets, anymore. Collectively, everyone knows everything about me, with my name attached and all. But you should share your secret secrets.

I'm going to go watch some more "God, The Devil, and Bob."

Later.

{11.50pm LUXT - [Technocchrist]--- Also, be a dear, and help out tearsinger, here.

Thanks.}