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wolven7Rasputina - [Call Me Alice]--- So, last night, i came to the fucked up/obvious conclusion that Deliver Us From Eva and How to Lose a Guy In Ten Days are the same movie. Marketed to different Ethnicities. When i came to this realisation, i ranted, and i raved, and i wanted to Burn down Hollywood. MY roommate said no. So, then we talked about why this was... and he makes note that it's because "Black people hate white people, and white people hate black people." The "In a corporate marketing structure" didn't even need to be stated, it was understood. So i went into the bathroom, and i screamed. It didn't make me feel better. So i wanted to burn down the human race. And we had a discussion about Humans, and how fast they earn, and they fact that, if they have the Time and the Drive, then a human bean can accomplish anything. (VNV Nation - [Darkangel (Apocalyptic Mix)]). So, he says, "Just give them time," and I counter with "But they don't have the WILL!!" And most of them, in large groups, don't. Large groups make us lazy.
So then it was about 12, and i went out, and had some coffee, and a sip of a stranger's bloody mary, and a conversation about Johnny Cash. That was fun.
Then it's about 4, and i came home, and i passed out. I dreamed of really fucked up things, that i only remember in disjointed pieces. Everyone was there, and i was trying to convince people Not to go to war, over stupid shite, and they were all about to listen to me, but i had to go. (Rasputina - [Dig Ophelia]). As i'm saying bye to my grandfather, and my family, and everyone, there are these stuffed animals. They are alive. There's this one black and red hippogriff. It's got some aquatic-type fin on the top of it's head, and it loves me. Armitage is there, and we say, together, "It's beautiful/ours, but we can't keep it, where we're going." (Pixies - [Where Is My Mind?]). And that's the part that really seemed to matter. The rest was riding around in cars, and bits of the above mentioned movies. And people, worked into things. I need to talk to some people about some things, and soon.
{After/Re-Thought: So, then, i wake up, because i'm hearing this old lady, talk about various things, outside. And it sounds like she's on a megaphone. Or an answering machine. And i hear her three Times, and i don't hear My phone ring... So.... Yeah.}
I'm getting really tired... But caffeine-crash will do that to you. I think i'm off to go read the rest of the journals, to see how the natives fair, today. Love you guys...
Later.
So then it was about 12, and i went out, and had some coffee, and a sip of a stranger's bloody mary, and a conversation about Johnny Cash. That was fun.
Then it's about 4, and i came home, and i passed out. I dreamed of really fucked up things, that i only remember in disjointed pieces. Everyone was there, and i was trying to convince people Not to go to war, over stupid shite, and they were all about to listen to me, but i had to go. (Rasputina - [Dig Ophelia]). As i'm saying bye to my grandfather, and my family, and everyone, there are these stuffed animals. They are alive. There's this one black and red hippogriff. It's got some aquatic-type fin on the top of it's head, and it loves me. Armitage is there, and we say, together, "It's beautiful/ours, but we can't keep it, where we're going." (Pixies - [Where Is My Mind?]). And that's the part that really seemed to matter. The rest was riding around in cars, and bits of the above mentioned movies. And people, worked into things. I need to talk to some people about some things, and soon.
{After/Re-Thought: So, then, i wake up, because i'm hearing this old lady, talk about various things, outside. And it sounds like she's on a megaphone. Or an answering machine. And i hear her three Times, and i don't hear My phone ring... So.... Yeah.}
I'm getting really tired... But caffeine-crash will do that to you. I think i'm off to go read the rest of the journals, to see how the natives fair, today. Love you guys...
Later.
