Mister Rogers. Dead. Used to be a sniper, i heard. Don't know if it's true. *shrug*

[wolven7]

Back... Reading "House of Leaves." I'm responding to this in a very strage combination of Jaded, and Freaked out. There are simply certain things in it that will speak to you. No book, before, has felt, within the first three pages, as if it were speaking directly at me. And no other book has glared at me with the opening words, alone on a page, "This is not for you." (The Producers - [Springtime For Hitler (Album)]). ". . .prolix-- your word--. . ." That was frightening in a way that can't be conveyed, without loosing meaning...

Jaded, because i've lived in that house. Freaked out, for that reason, and many other small things... It smells like sickness, in my house, and i don't like it. I'm goign to go, get ready for work. Later.