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D12& Eminem - [My Band]--- Friday, i went over to Patrick's new old house, with [livejournal.com profile] raoin, Kim, Joey, Devin, and Rosie. Ben and Rhia were in town, this weekend. I got to see them, as well as Richard. I hadn't seen themin about two years... it was getting kind of sad... Lots of things like that are getting kind of sad. Went with them, yesterday, to see "HellBoy," because they hadn't seen it. Hung out, afterward, and went for food, and what not...

Joydrop - [Sometimes Wanna Die]--- It was a good time, over-all, and i'm realy glad i got to see them. It's got me thinking about things, of course. Old days. New days.

Happy Eostre.

Dreams, last night, of having a party, in a combination of my house, and Manuel's tavern. There are people, here, who are too drunk, including Antonio, from "Wings," and Kelly, from "Saved by the Bell." (VNV Nation - [Honour (Juno Reactor Mix)]). Antonio is very drunk, and he keeps trying to make out with a bunch of women, and he wants to dance, but he keeps putting on slow jazz music. I grab this bucket, he has, that holds what looks like peppermints and beer bottle caps, and i move it out of his sight, quickly, and i tell him that some chick has taken it to get his attention, and he goes off chasing after her. While he's gone, I change the music. I look around, in the room, and there are CD racks, everywhere, so i grab a KMFDM CD, and a Snake River Conspiracy CD. The KMFDM just happens to have a Remix of "Vulcan," by SRC, on it, and i start the discs a beat off of one another, and they mix nicely.

Through the night, the house/Manny's starts merging with a movie theater, and a Waffle House. Bedrooms are movie theaters, and there's a snack bar. People who'd eaten certain things from the snack bar, started getting sick. The next morning, after the party, we're cleaning up, and getting everyone to their respective and various parts of the Apocalypse, and we're finding others rides home. (Pop Will Eat Itself - [Underbelly]). [livejournal.com profile] raoin, Patrick, and [livejournal.com profile] saxshooter, who are living together, go outside, and i see [livejournal.com profile] raoin running down the street, which is a combination of two utterly different parts of town. She's running toward the bus stop, and then i see Devin pull up, in a truck, 4x4, hitched to a Big Rig, 18-wheeler. Someone, behind me, says "Shit, I guess he wasn't kidding when he said he'd have to hitch it to the truck, and tow it, cause he couldn't drive the 18-wheeler." (VNV Nation - [Forsaken (Vocal Version)]). I know that [livejournal.com profile] raoin is upset about something, but she won't talk, and they grab their stuff and they pack and leave. There is a feeling like the world is packing up to move... Like we're packing and folding up the frontspieces, and there'll just be the everything, left, devoid of meaning. So we move through the house, again, finding people, hearing them having sex, people's significant other's having sex with each other, and not them, people drunk sad and a little crazy.

We're walking into a comic shop, kind of, in the desert, and it's me, some naive-ish demon child, who is also Jake Chambers, and also Patrick and [livejournal.com profile] raoin. (Corvus Corax - [Skudrinka]). We're talking to this scientist, who's mad, and he can shape-shift, to any mad professor, or villain, or anti-hero, from any comic book, and he started with Carnage and Venom, as soon as we walked in. We test him. I test him just by thinking about it, and it happens. I give him a comic that was adapted from a book or a movie, and he says he can't do it, because the comic was never fully recognised as canon. (Snake River Conspiracy - [Act Your Age]). Patrick gives him a character from a "Dark Tower" novel that hadn't been written, and the guy just kinds of sits there, and looks at us. He's here to explain it all, to us, to help us understand. We're in a room with comics and board games, and statues, on every wall, and it's like a reshaped Oxford Comics. He starts talking.

We are still there, but Patrick's in, talking to the Oracle, and there are people, in the waiting room, where we were. And they had been and are at our party, and they know the woman, in our group. She's Dizzy Cordova, from "100 Bullets," and they're talking to her like she's still in their gang. (Ben Folds Five - [Brick]). Jake and i are starting to get impatient with their vieled threats, and their acting like we're nothing. They don't know us, and Dizzy, for some reason, isn't being who she really is, deep down. She's letting them push her around. So Jake pulls out his gun and a small knife. They laugh at him, and say what are you gonna do with that? He throws the knife sideways, at the wall, and it sticks, not in the bullseye of the dart board, there, but in the forehead of the picture, next to it. The guy hovering over Dizzy looks wide-eyed, and Jake shoots him in the head. There's a muffled pop, and i'm grabbing my gun, from my coat pocket, and i fire, twice, one catching a guy squarely in the forehead, the other Grazing someone, knocking them down. (The Shroud - [Pixy-Led].) The last two guys are like "Shit! Someone heard that! Ya'll's asses are in trouble, now!" And they run. We're still calm, and waiting. There's a sense, here, with the Oracle, like [livejournal.com profile] mendori's around somewhere. We wait.

We're in the desert that Atlanta and the world have become, with a feeling like a dried up river-bed, and the potential for water, at any moment. Walking somewhere, and thinking about someone else who was at the party, or will be at the party, because Time isn't being strictly linear, anymore. (Oingo Boingo - [Insanity]). It's working in spirals, and webs, and things are connecting and reconnecting. So i'm thinking about our friend Fish, who escaped from this internment camp. Swam under the water, in the rocks, where other people only sw air, and he escaped. [livejournal.com profile] comorbid and i are talking about him, and we're walking along these train tracks, and, for a brief second, [livejournal.com profile] comorbid is Jonathan Brandis, and he says "The Spice is RIPE, man!" He means that we have to act, soon, and finish our revenge, or our quest. I'm not sure, anymore what the quest we're on Is. It seems to be about more of us getting killed off, and i want to figure out a new plan of attack, so i say "SCREW the Spice!" And we keep walking. [livejournal.com profile] comorbid and i keep walking forward, along the train tracks, in air that smells and promises of rain, but doesn't. Cool, but warm and humid. We start talking about how Cthulhu could probably fix it all, if we asked nicely.

We go into the theater, and we sit down, trying to find seats for everyone. There are lots of people, and a lot of them are run together. Fragements of [livejournal.com profile] saxshooter, [livejournal.com profile] angsty, my friend Nick, from school, [livejournal.com profile] renatus. (The Buggles - [Video Killed The Radio Star]). There is the feeling, everywhere throughout the sections, like [livejournal.com profile] mech_angel is with me, even when she's not physically there. We continue talking about making a movie about Cthulhu, one that would be good enough to appease him. The movie comes up, and we start getting quite. The theater is a lot like Cinefest, at school. I wake up


Pizzicato Five - [Mon Amour Tokyo]--- There. I felt bad for not telling you the other ones i've had, recently, but i felt that one was... Important, on certain levels. So there it is.

Pizzicato Five - [Go Go Dancer]--- I'm Oouutta heeeerrre...

Date: 2004-04-11 05:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] saxshooter.livejournal.com
um...interesting...

Date: 2004-04-11 10:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wolven.livejournal.com
Yeah... Very interesting. Lots of people, there, that i've seen, recently, and who should, according to some, be more involved, all around...

Date: 2004-04-12 10:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wolven.livejournal.com
People who need to be re-integrated into my life. People i miss. People other people would like to see around more. That kind of thing.

Date: 2004-04-12 10:58 am (UTC)

Sorry..

Date: 2004-04-11 09:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mendori.livejournal.com
Just ignore me being there. I've been spending alot of nights Walking because I haven't been sleeping well. If I cant get any of my own REM sleep, at least I can borrow someone Elses.

Sorry.

Re: Sorry..

Date: 2004-04-11 10:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wolven.livejournal.com
Yeah, well you were simply wandering aroudn the party, at one point, and, at another, you were part of the Oracle.

But, j00 see...

Date: 2004-04-11 10:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kmn-rdr-caoimhe.livejournal.com
...een my country, furst j00 get de spice...den j00 get de power...den j00 get de weeeeeeemen

Re: But, j00 see...

Date: 2004-04-11 10:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wolven.livejournal.com
Jesss, j00 make zee good point, serrr.

If by "Women," you mean "Fucked-up-ability-to-see-into-all-points-of-causality-and-choice-and-have-children-that-embody-the-desert-whirlwind."

Then Yes.

Re: Yup.

Date: 2004-04-11 11:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wolven.livejournal.com
*... Sagely*

Date: 2004-04-12 05:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] teididh.livejournal.com
how are ben and rhia? i asked Ryam to give them my contact info, but either he chose not to or they didn't want to talk to me...either if which is understandable in different ways.

Date: 2004-04-12 06:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] raoin.livejournal.com
speaking of contact information, i need your house address, complete with city and zip code so that i might mail you some things.

Date: 2004-04-12 08:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] teididh.livejournal.com
ok, sending you private email to your hotmail addy as soon as i can sneak into my hotmail. (I'm at work, and my work email seems to have trouble getting past some people's spam blockers or something...)

i love getting real mail!

Date: 2004-04-12 09:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] raoin.livejournal.com
right 'o. expect a package at/in your door/mailbox at some point after i mail it tomorrow.

Date: 2004-04-12 09:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wolven.livejournal.com
They are quite well. Sorry about either of the two options...

Date: 2004-04-12 10:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] teididh.livejournal.com
not your fault...it's all misunderstanding so far as i can tell, but there's only so much one can do to make understood that which people are unwilling to even contemplate

of which fact you are all too cognizant.

Date: 2004-04-12 10:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wolven.livejournal.com
Yeah, unfortunately true, on lots of levels.

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