Wow. Story commune.

Psy-Sci - [Hark the Herald]--- wacko1138 sent this to me, days ago, but I haven't had time to look at it, until just now: Promiscuous Materials: Stories for Remixing. That's an amazing idea, in some ways...

Don't remember the dreams, just a feeling of a mobile comunity, something that was moving through the world faster than the world was moving. A lot of my family was there. It was all strange.

Has anyone noticed that days and weeks are going by entirely too fast, but this month has taken forever?

Thom Yorke - [Analyse]--- Just a thought. Talk to you all later.

Wah. Anyway.

I feel like there is definately missing the perspective I'm trying to impart.

I feel like whenever i'm told not to do something, the person speaking doesn't understand that their saying not to is why i feel I need to.

I keep getting told to do something I can deal with, for a year (or thereabouts), but then they rip those things from me, in the process.

So what is to be done?

Suck it up and do something shite, in order to get done?

Press forward, and try to shove it through?

Something else?

I don't have anyone to talk to about this, in the departments, anymore. Not really. Dr. Dwyer's in the hospital, and no one else really hears me when I talk. They hear "Magic" and then seem to think "Shit! Get him off the subject!"

So we'll see, won't we?

Need a cigarette.