Stryfe

I had a couple of Hypnagogic sensations a few nights back. I'm lying on my back in bed and at the foot of my bed I see a tall man made of shadow just standing there. He kind of looks like he's wearing a cloak. Since i can't move yet and I'm not fully awake I just watch him. He flakes into ashes and disappears. This other one was creepy, I'm lying on my side so I can just see my TV. Inside the TV it's dark (because it's turned off). Then things start to look odd, and shapes start appearing darker than the background. I see shadow fish and people swimming inside my tv. One of them swims from far in the background and stops really close to the glass and just sits there. Creeped me out so bad I have to put a blanket over my tv when I sleep now.

Danny Elfman - The Grand Finale

The Smashing Pumpkins - there is no why

String Quartet Tribute to Nirvana - Polly

Here's a random fact, the first time I got drunk was at the tender age of 8 on christmas day. My uncle Edmond sat down at the kids table and gave us all a few shots of cinnamon schnapps. Fast forward to 12 yrs old and that's the first time I got so drunk I puked and passed out. A friend of mine was at a wedding and stole a two six of bacardi white rum, we drank the whole thing one night at a sleep over.

I'd be so fuckin mad, you're fuckin 17 YOU are basically an adult and they pull this shit? It's not like you spent the money on booze and hookers, and you earned that money so if you really wanted to you can spend it on hookers and booze and thats your fuckin decision.

I'd give you $500 for it.

They wont let you sell your soul on ebay anymore.

I dreamt yesterday that I was playing chess with this old man. He puts down this crappy chess board that looks nice but it's basically laminated paper, takes the pieces out of a wooden box and hands me some. This old bastard has a full set for himself but he gives me an odd assortment of pieces that not only are different styles but he doesn't give me a full set (all the pieces are black too). I don't get ANY pawns but oddly enough I have an extra king and queen. Too bad the extra king and queen are to giant to be used on the board. To compensate for no pawns I end up using orange skittles in their place. So he goes first and moves a pawn forward. I try to do the same with one of my "pawns" but he keeps bumping the board. Everytime he bumps the board it bumps all my "pawns" out of place but everything else stays on. The old man ends up cheating and moving a second pawn before I can even make my first move... and I wake up.

Morbidly obese people who believe they deserve special treatment because they decided to stuff their fat fuckin faces and make themselves burdens on society. Thats my pet peeve of the day...

Ha ha! I also bought big shiney tunes 7 just for weapon, man that was ages ago. This year I got so excited when he was coming to edmonton for his accoustic tour that I bought 7 tickets on my credit card and spent the next few weeks trying to convice my friends who don't listen to matt to buy a ticket off me. I had to eat the cost of one ticket but it was worth it.

I voted no, life's bad enough without having someone try to kill you. If ww3 happened do you think Canada would start drafting us young sand bags? IF I was drafted I'd fully expect to die somewhere far from home. I'm gunna go listen to "I, the throw away" now...

^ somehow that happens to all my friends...

I'm not a dealer. I work the slots....

I work at a casino. My great customer service skills also highlight as being a smooth talker with my superiors. And thats 3.222222 / 5 mister.

So I got to see my employee evalution a couple of days ago... anyways I'm considered above average. 3.222222 / 5. Aparently I have to improve my attendance (i'm considered unreliable), my selling times, and I socialize too much. What put me barely above average were my very excellent customer service skills. I get a raise next paycheck (fuck ya) and when they called me into the office I thought I was getting fired.

Just had a pretty cool dream. I was walking around a Wee Book Inn (used book store, I fuckin love them.) Anyways I'm feeling really great just walking in circles and checking out all the different books. One book in particular catches my eye. It's leather-bound and it's absolutly beatiful, a lovely dark brown and there's a simple pentagram on the front. It's a very large, heavy book and I know it has to be quite old but it's in excellent condition, the pages are still white. It even smells good. What's unusual is that when I pick it up to admire it I have these strange feelings of anxiety and apprehension. I flip open the book somewhere towards the end and find some music composed complete with lyrics, which I think is cool but I don't pay very much attention to it. I continue to flip through it and discern that the book is actually a play. Intrigued as to what the play is called I finally flip to the first page. It's simple called "Faust". I must have this book, and I finally notice the price tag. Only $48. I very much need to have this book so I approach the sales lady and reach into my wallet. Inbetween a few $20's I have one $50 bill so I use that to pay. The sales woman tries talking to me but I don't remember what she says, I was too engrossed in the book. I evn leave the store without getting my change... and I wake up.

I recently just had a dream where I talked to myself. I don't even know how to explain it... I was sitting infront of me and we were talking about us... It still boggles my mind. Too bad I can't remember what I said to me... other than the word Psychosis. Cool.

I get annoyed with people who go on a whole tirade about how bad weed is then proceed to get so fuckin drunk out of their minds that they pass out and can't remember what they did that night.

evil - interpol

I would do it and lick it up for $1000. Easy money.

I haven't decided yet if I'm agnostic or I just don't believe at all. Sugarcandy mountain in the sky where you go when you die only if you've been a good little boy? When you die and are forgotten by your existing relatives then you "enter the void" and cease to exist.

This one was cool. It's complete and utter darkness surrounding me. I feel as if I'm floating, I'm without form... amorphous, just energy held loosely held together by the force of my will. I hear a voice "speaking" to me, but there's no sound. It's message is communicated some other way. The "voice" is neither young or old, deep or high... I can't really explain it. So It says to me... "You are not worthy for the kingdom of Heaven nor the depths of hell. You shall be banished to purgatory until the end of the world, and from there into the void."

^ agreed, I mean your just looking for trouble.

damn cuz I put a couple new nightmares in the dream thread. I thought I imagined doing it cuz I got way too smashed later in the day.