Last night I had a rather interesting dream which, sadly, I do not remember terribly well. All that remains in my mind is a series of images with little sense of the connections between each one and its fellows. Despite the fragmentary nature of my memory, I will record those images that do persist, and attempt to connect them as coherently as is ( Read more... )

On Monday night, I dreamt that I was walking around Dream Chicago with my father. We were in some ritzy shopping district, and there were lots of people walking briskly around. It was early September in the dream world, and so the air was cold. I became depressed that summer had ended so quickly. My Dad and I soon parted ways, for some reason that ( Read more... )

Cribbed from the 2003 edition of the Encylopaedia Brittanica:

"Babirusa: (Babirousa babyrussa), wild East Indian swine, family Suidae (order Artiodactyla), of Celebes and the Molucca islands ( Read more... )

Evil cackles to itself, obsessed with its own poetry, obsessed with its "eyes on the prize" speeding descent straight to oblivion and eternal nothingness. It thinks about how easy it is to damn a person, about how easy it is to get a man woman or chile' to compromise its own integrity and soul for the sake of some illusory gain that will quickly ( Read more... )

so, let's take stock of all the things we got, and see to what use we can put 'em, thereby postponing the day that they'll carry us away and fling us down to rock bottom ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamt that Susan and I went into a bookstore. It was small and old, with lots of wooden panelling. We went downstairs, into its basement, which was similarly furnished, and Susan said "Look! A collection of Hardy novels!" and pointed at just such a collection. We then descended further into the store, into its sub-basement. This sub- ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamt that my family and I were on a trip to Philadelphia. Just like when my father and I went there a month ago, we got somewhat lost on the way from the airport to the hotel. We went down this large, wide street that had suburban-looking houses on either side, even though the street itself looked like a major thoroughfare. There was ( Read more... )

About a week ago, I dreamt that I was a psychopath who could directly manipulate the minds of others. I was living in an apartment in some very tall building in the middle of a large city, and I had used my mental abilities to gain power over several young women. One of the girls' fathers - a balding man in his mid forties with a large, bushy brown ( Read more... )

Well, Agnes, darling, I've failed utterly in updating you of late. I've had a very black week-and-a-half, and have found much of what is commonly referred to as "basic functioning" very difficult. Today I have felt inexplicably much better, but the two acid tests are yet to come: Surviving my last day of Shimer class tomorrow (well, later today, ( Read more... )

Abram, you give the best fuckin' gifts.

Getting the best fuckin' gifts since 1986,
--mark