Unter Das Tisch.
Jan. 22nd, 2003 07:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Perhaps too harsh? Or am I just, and true, in my criticism? Is there a hypocrisy, evinced in my own display of Poor Irony? Perhaps. Who cares? Some do, and others do not. Some, for whatever reason, simply will not ask with a whole heart. Why do I not ask, often? Because the things I want to know are not easily spoken. They are more oft Displayed, and asking of them can be bewildering on all fronts. All I ask is Honesty.
I'm in a place that is a combination of an office park, Luke's house, and a movie set. There is this guy, there, and he's some kind of producer. He says that I still have a book of his, and he's angry with me, because of it. I tell him, "I don't have your book, I returned it to you. And that would mean--" here, I yell at him, and grab him by the throat, and threaten him with bodily harm-- "That you're LYING! And if you're Lying... Ooooh.. if you're Lying..." I never finish the sentence, because he can see it on my face. I tell him that he still has a book of mine, and that, it might be possible that i'm mistaken, and do still have the book, but until i get My book back, he gets nothing. He laughs, disbelieving, scared, nervous. I let go of his throat, and we move to sit under a desk , and we talk about the production of the movie. There are a lot of things going on, and the office is, at the same time, inside and outside. I see my book, there, and am surprised, because it's supposed to be on my shelf. The book is "The Magician's Companion." I ask him if that's my compy, and i look in it, and i see my name on the pages, in several places, and many things that i've underlined.
I'm driving, with people. They are Angie, Armitage, and Mandy. Weird. We go to a house that is a combination of Patrick's house, a Farm house in Virginia, and a Field. My fathr, step-mother, and impressions of my sisters are there. We're trying to board up the bottom of a fence, with a solid House door in it, because there are these these black, amorphous, quirming things, crawling from under the Door, and the bottom of the fence. We're stepping on them as they come under, to keep them from crawling into our eyes. We eventually succeed. Beezer, from Black house, is there. I wake up
Parts of German class, Black House (The squirmy things), and many other of the events in my life, right now. So ver odd, with the book, because It was acombination of MC, Zen and the Art..., and American Gods. It was meant tobe all of those things. Magician's Companion I have but it Belongs to someone else. Funny, No?
I'm out. Back later, maybe on my own damn computer. i'll spell check this later. Maybe. Later.
I'm in a place that is a combination of an office park, Luke's house, and a movie set. There is this guy, there, and he's some kind of producer. He says that I still have a book of his, and he's angry with me, because of it. I tell him, "I don't have your book, I returned it to you. And that would mean--" here, I yell at him, and grab him by the throat, and threaten him with bodily harm-- "That you're LYING! And if you're Lying... Ooooh.. if you're Lying..." I never finish the sentence, because he can see it on my face. I tell him that he still has a book of mine, and that, it might be possible that i'm mistaken, and do still have the book, but until i get My book back, he gets nothing. He laughs, disbelieving, scared, nervous. I let go of his throat, and we move to sit under a desk , and we talk about the production of the movie. There are a lot of things going on, and the office is, at the same time, inside and outside. I see my book, there, and am surprised, because it's supposed to be on my shelf. The book is "The Magician's Companion." I ask him if that's my compy, and i look in it, and i see my name on the pages, in several places, and many things that i've underlined.
I'm driving, with people. They are Angie, Armitage, and Mandy. Weird. We go to a house that is a combination of Patrick's house, a Farm house in Virginia, and a Field. My fathr, step-mother, and impressions of my sisters are there. We're trying to board up the bottom of a fence, with a solid House door in it, because there are these these black, amorphous, quirming things, crawling from under the Door, and the bottom of the fence. We're stepping on them as they come under, to keep them from crawling into our eyes. We eventually succeed. Beezer, from Black house, is there. I wake up
Parts of German class, Black House (The squirmy things), and many other of the events in my life, right now. So ver odd, with the book, because It was acombination of MC, Zen and the Art..., and American Gods. It was meant tobe all of those things. Magician's Companion I have but it Belongs to someone else. Funny, No?
I'm out. Back later, maybe on my own damn computer. i'll spell check this later. Maybe. Later.
