And the band played on.
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wolven7Luxt - [Infinite]--- Today, i almost yelled at someone... Severely. I answered a ringing pay phone, and he, in the middle of His phone conversation stops and says "Don't answer that. It's not for you." I talked to the guy who called, and he, as it turned out had the wrong number. I then said "Ok," and hung up. I turned to the gentleman, and said "It wasn't for anyone; they had the wrong number." He says "You had no business picking it up," or something to that effect, at which point i was already walking away from him. I wanted to yell at him, "Sir, do you believe in synchronicity? It means that all things that coincide do so for a reason, due to common starting factors, and should be addressed. It's kind of a branch of fatalism. That phone rang for the first time, as i stepped in front of it. Synchronicity says that i should answer it. It also says that you should shut the hell up and not tell me how to live my life." (Mad Capsule Markets - [Restart]). Had i not answered the phone, it would have kept ringing, and annoying people, and that guy would have called back, again, and again. As it stands, he knows that he had the wrong number. I answered the phone, and things are, as i see it, truly better for it. If he didn't like it, fine, but how is he going to Philosophically disagree with why i did what i did? Bastard...
VNV Nation - [Rubicon]--- So, i had a really fucked up dream, last night.
I'm in a house that is a combination of my father's Father's house, in D.C., and my apartment. Only the bathroom is from mine, and the place is also a house boat. As this is going on, i can see someone who is Like Jesse James and Billy the Kid, but i know this person, and they are riding along down the highway, like a disgruntled Tetsuo, on a Harley. They crash the bike, and explode. Their pack of Lucky strikes flies into the bathroom, and under the sink. I'm out on the deck of the boat, and it is storming. There's a little Chucky doll, with this kid, and it's trying to push the kid into the shark infested, stormy waters. It succeeds. I'm walking along the side, and holding onto these lines that are made of guitar strings. Trying not to fall into the ocean. I see the kid, underwater (camera there with him), and he's swimming, and trying to avoid the sharks. HE gets back onto the boat, and we run up the stairs, in the living room, which remind me of this Victorian house. We're halfway up the stairs and the kid is gone, and i'm trying to shield my grandmother, my father's mother, from the sharks, which i Know have become bipedal. I tell her this, and then the sharks come around the corner. I tell my grand mother, three times, to Run. I have a fireplace poker, and a scarf, and a belt, as weapons. The lead shark, which is female, says "Heh. Primitive." I throw the poker at her, catch her in the arm, and use the belt to bring it back to me. I throw it again, and get her in what, on a human, would be the solar plexus. She goes down, and the other sharks are staring at her. I tell my grand mother to Run, again, and she does, into her old room, from this house. The lead shark starts talking to me, and she's reaching for the poker, sticking out of her chest. I try to use the scarf to get the thing back, but i miss, and one of the other sharks shreds it. She grabs the poker from her chest, and throws it at me. Had i not dodged, it would have gone through my throat. As it stands, it pierce my throat, sideways, missing the Jugular vein and Artery. I'm still bleeding to Death. I Make it so that she missed the vein and artery. I rearrange the reality of the dream, and i fall to the stairs, and sit. I know that i have to heal myself, or we're all lost. I can't wake up, or i'll die.
I'm in my grandmother's room, which is empty of furniture, and there are lots of guys, there. They look like inmates, and they're playing cards, and talking about the guy who blew up, on his bike. And someone calls, from the bathroom, "Hey! _____ Left his cigarettes!" I go in, take them from his hand, and toss them back to the floor, and say "Well, he certainly/seriously won't be needing Those, anymore." I go into what used to be my room, when i stayed at the house, when i was little, and look under the beds. I wake up.
Placebo - [Pure Morning]--- Is that not Strange? I wonder what happened to my grandmother... and the sharks... I healed myself, though. But i could still feel where the poker had pierced my throat, when i Woke up. (Portishead - [Elysium]). So, yeah... I'm out. Later.
VNV Nation - [Rubicon]--- So, i had a really fucked up dream, last night.
I'm in a house that is a combination of my father's Father's house, in D.C., and my apartment. Only the bathroom is from mine, and the place is also a house boat. As this is going on, i can see someone who is Like Jesse James and Billy the Kid, but i know this person, and they are riding along down the highway, like a disgruntled Tetsuo, on a Harley. They crash the bike, and explode. Their pack of Lucky strikes flies into the bathroom, and under the sink. I'm out on the deck of the boat, and it is storming. There's a little Chucky doll, with this kid, and it's trying to push the kid into the shark infested, stormy waters. It succeeds. I'm walking along the side, and holding onto these lines that are made of guitar strings. Trying not to fall into the ocean. I see the kid, underwater (camera there with him), and he's swimming, and trying to avoid the sharks. HE gets back onto the boat, and we run up the stairs, in the living room, which remind me of this Victorian house. We're halfway up the stairs and the kid is gone, and i'm trying to shield my grandmother, my father's mother, from the sharks, which i Know have become bipedal. I tell her this, and then the sharks come around the corner. I tell my grand mother, three times, to Run. I have a fireplace poker, and a scarf, and a belt, as weapons. The lead shark, which is female, says "Heh. Primitive." I throw the poker at her, catch her in the arm, and use the belt to bring it back to me. I throw it again, and get her in what, on a human, would be the solar plexus. She goes down, and the other sharks are staring at her. I tell my grand mother to Run, again, and she does, into her old room, from this house. The lead shark starts talking to me, and she's reaching for the poker, sticking out of her chest. I try to use the scarf to get the thing back, but i miss, and one of the other sharks shreds it. She grabs the poker from her chest, and throws it at me. Had i not dodged, it would have gone through my throat. As it stands, it pierce my throat, sideways, missing the Jugular vein and Artery. I'm still bleeding to Death. I Make it so that she missed the vein and artery. I rearrange the reality of the dream, and i fall to the stairs, and sit. I know that i have to heal myself, or we're all lost. I can't wake up, or i'll die.
I'm in my grandmother's room, which is empty of furniture, and there are lots of guys, there. They look like inmates, and they're playing cards, and talking about the guy who blew up, on his bike. And someone calls, from the bathroom, "Hey! _____ Left his cigarettes!" I go in, take them from his hand, and toss them back to the floor, and say "Well, he certainly/seriously won't be needing Those, anymore." I go into what used to be my room, when i stayed at the house, when i was little, and look under the beds. I wake up.
Placebo - [Pure Morning]--- Is that not Strange? I wonder what happened to my grandmother... and the sharks... I healed myself, though. But i could still feel where the poker had pierced my throat, when i Woke up. (Portishead - [Elysium]). So, yeah... I'm out. Later.
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Date: 2003-03-12 03:54 pm (UTC)I've tried, when people called my cell phone from a payphone, and I didn't answer.
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Date: 2003-03-12 04:12 pm (UTC)....
Date: 2003-03-12 07:49 pm (UTC)Re: ....
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