| Wolven ( @ 2005-07-17 12:19:00 |
| Current mood: | like my head is stuffed with lightly smoldering cotton. |
| Current music: | Massive Attack - [Black Milk] |
I can't believe i forgot to mention this...
Aerosmith - [Ain't That a Bitch]--- My mother bought me a giant box of cookies, and a singing balloon, for my birthday. They're sitting in my room.
Two cakes, a Cheesecake, and a Giant Box of Cookies... Think about that.
OhGr - [WaTergaTe]--- Dreams of being held hostage on a subway train, with other people, and managing to overpower the guy, because he didn't think anything of me, in terms of physical strength. The gun went off, the train crashed, and someone who was my friend got shot. I held the gun to the guy's head, threatening to shoot, but i Didn't. (Snake River Conspiracy - [Act Your Age]). The cops came, took a statement, and i found out that my friend had died. I had a revelation, and realised that there was someone else, involved, taking pictures, watching. He got off on watching and arranging deaths. I ran off to chase him, and called my dad, to explain. I talked about Hannibal Lecter, and how there were always Two dangerous personalities, in the books. Something later, abotu Lindsay Lohan, trying to fit in at a college, and a lecture hall that turned into a screening room, in the basement of an an FYE, which was showing some never-before-seen Warren Zevon film. (Massive Attack - [Black Milk]). There were fights, in the upstairs, with stupid customers, with which
damnedsaint was having to deal, and it was the furture. A Heinlein-style future, like in For Us, the Living.
I woke up, somewhere artound 10.30. Tired. Went back to sleep. Couldn't sleep for more than another hour...
Where the hell is everyone, toady?