Well. That ws weird.

[wolven7]

kidneythieves - [Feathers]--- Dreams of wandering around with someone who is a combination of momentai, Troy-- who is known to some of you as "Saint"-- Vaz, from UnderPower, and Hawk from Apple Geeks. (Pain - [Gavin]). I really need some McDonald's, and we are at a conference, in the Hotel, in my head. It's a convention about Hell, so that people can learn. I really wantsome McDonald's fries, and we have to walk across the street to get them. While we are in there, someone sees the pin, for his comic, and says "Ugh, you like that crap?" To which he answers "If by 'Like,' you mean 'Draw,' then yes." (Shonen Knife - [I Am A Cat]). The guy just kind of looks at us, blankly, then walks quickly away.

Something, about wandering through dark streets, trying to get to places, not being able to see down a street, and getting jumped by secret government agencies who shoot us, a lot, and subsequently expertly repair us. Nick Fury saying "Six inscissions, to remove 26 bullets, each." Walking around this facility, to understand what they think they know. Realising that they are stationed in a cabin, but not really in the woods, per se. (Voltaire - [Almost Human]). Kind of a rustic cul de sac, n the suburbs. I not that they are a house, with doors that expand infinitely, only to regress back into the house. My companion, now, is Azazel and we're trying to get back to the Conference, because i know that mech_angel is having to deal with many important people (or people who think they're important ;) and that she needs to do, but that we also need to talk to them. (QNTAL - [Ad Mortem Festinamus]). We talk to the Secret Agency people, and leave them with knowledge that they have a piece of Hell, growing in their house. We walk out.

Snippets and thougts, here, about Hell being an infinite regress, and a fractalised, mobius strip lemniscate. Me and Azazel getting back to the conference, with ice cream, and McDona;d's french fries. I see mech_angel, walk over to her, kiss her hello, and start helping her tour the delegates around, and telling them things about the presentations. None of them can leave the hotel, to wander other parts of my head-space, because... Well because.

More impressions, more closets fractal-spiralling back in on themselves. I woke up

David Bowie - [The Man Who Sold the World (Live)]--- Live Journal's being weird about comments, again, due to the change over, and merger with Six Apart. (Venetian Snares - [Intense Demonic Attacks]). And someone from DC, just text messaged me, and i have no idea who it was....

I need to go shower and get ready for class. I wish i had an iPod, with 40GB of space. Then i could put all of my music on it, and not have to wory about what CDs to take with me.

Later all.

Comments

[djaesthetic.livejournal.com]

http://www.livejournal.com/users/djaesthetic/292767.html

[wolven.livejournal.com]

I'll see what i can do.

[unknownbinaries.livejournal.com]

Considering recent talks/Dreams/stuff, that is very strange...

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Most of the setting stuff was inspired by it, but the Happenings weren't. For instance, last night i saw the last half of "Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle." I have to admit, i was wrong about that film. Hilarious. That inspired our trip to the McDonald's, for fries.

He showed up, because we hadn't hung out, in a while, and he wanted to see how things were going, at the conference. Impromptu as it was. >_