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wolven7Two of my friends, who used to be in a relationship, and who, now, can't stand each other, are in the same room, pretending as if the other doesn't exist, but being rude about them, anyway. She was drawing a crude picture of him as "bad." He had made a song about her, and it was her retribution. This all takes place in one huge, art deco building. A Tower.
I am outside, on one of the verandas, which is, at the same time, a rooftop unto itself. It is a step down rooftop, so large, it could be a drained pool. It is also a college building roof. And as it is rich, it is also very poor. My mother and father are there, talking to me about my art, my potential, and are showing me some of the pictures i've drawn. The ones they use as examples seem to be pictures of angels, and/but half of their bodies are design schematics. For technology. My dad is really interested, in these. Behind me the building risies up, higher. There is the feeling of being/We are in Mexico,[. Like we are] in an Aztec temple.
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mech_angel is there, on another veranda, higher up. i'm talking to her, about swimming. This is when i realise that there's Something going on, about different dimensions. We were In a different dimension. On every veranda.
At the heart of the Art Deco Tower, God, as Howard Hughes, lies in shoe-boxed feet, dying. I wake up
Gary Numan - [Absolution]--- Then i woke up, came on here, for a bit, decided that i needed more sleep, and proceeded to obtain it. Here's what happened:
More flashes of the various levels of reality. Thoguhts of Agent Smith as Legion. Remembering about dimensions. Half-sleep. I look at the clock. I wake up
Moxy Früvous - [Fell In Love]and here i am! :) Those were my dreams, and that's the first time in a day i've felt them... connected enough to warrant putting here. (Cibo Matto - [Birthday Cake]). All of the others were about schools, and direct lessons.. Still haven't called. I think i'll take today to work up the courage to do that...
I'm out, for now.
I am outside, on one of the verandas, which is, at the same time, a rooftop unto itself. It is a step down rooftop, so large, it could be a drained pool. It is also a college building roof. And as it is rich, it is also very poor. My mother and father are there, talking to me about my art, my potential, and are showing me some of the pictures i've drawn. The ones they use as examples seem to be pictures of angels, and/but half of their bodies are design schematics. For technology. My dad is really interested, in these. Behind me the building risies up, higher. There is the feeling of being/We are in Mexico,[. Like we are] in an Aztec temple.
mech_angel is there, on another veranda, higher up. i'm talking to her, about swimming. This is when i realise that there's Something going on, about different dimensions. We were In a different dimension. On every veranda.At the heart of the Art Deco Tower, God, as Howard Hughes, lies in shoe-boxed feet, dying. I wake up
Gary Numan - [Absolution]--- Then i woke up, came on here, for a bit, decided that i needed more sleep, and proceeded to obtain it. Here's what happened:
More flashes of the various levels of reality. Thoguhts of Agent Smith as Legion. Remembering about dimensions. Half-sleep. I look at the clock. I wake up
Moxy Früvous - [Fell In Love]and here i am! :) Those were my dreams, and that's the first time in a day i've felt them... connected enough to warrant putting here. (Cibo Matto - [Birthday Cake]). All of the others were about schools, and direct lessons.. Still haven't called. I think i'll take today to work up the courage to do that...
I'm out, for now.
