On this, the day of my Nativity:

I bring you hope and Life: Neurons return in damaged brains. Or some such dren.

I know some of you are a bit disoriented, when I offer to give you things, albeit from a limited selection, on My birthday, but think about this: The Anniversary of Birth is the date on which one is closest to their generative power. We are at that time, that sacred recurrsion, as the hybrid of Hoffstadter and Eliade might say, when everything is potential, again. In being born, we chose life and preferences, which links us back to that first creation, that first birth.

I'll have a Big Bang and a Fiat Lux, to go, please.

So why shouldn't I offer you gifts, and pleasures, and things within both my power and desire to give you (both, not one or the other)? As mech_angel pointed out to me, earlier, maybe that's Exactly what Jesus would do.

Not that he's a model of behaviour, or anything. I heard he liked the whores.

Peace! I'm out!

Fucked up dream.

RazorBladeKisses - [No Strings Attached]--- So I was in an apartment building, in some club, listening to Pitchshifter on my headphones, and I walk outside, in the early sunset, and there they are. Only there's two guys, who shift to being one guy, sometimes, and two girls, always, one who can't be older than 17, in one of the sluttiest goth/industrial dresses i've ever seen, done in blue and black. They're German, and they ask me if I can translate for them, at the show. I think about it, for a while, and I say yes, even thoughI've been awake for nearly 36 hours. (Tool - [H.]). Then a cop came along and started yelling at us to get out of the parking lot, because we were just standing around, smoking, taking up space. We did, and then some other stuff happened, with me, but I don't remember it, anymore. I know it had something to do with prophecy, or the hope of prophecy.

{10.32am: Warren Zevon - [Rottweiler Blues]--- I just remembered, the other part. Goiing shoping, with firends, reconciliation, birthday cakes, and the lighting of candles, by me, without flame.}

It's my birthday. Make a Wish