lately my dreams have taken a frightening bent toward the biologically perverse ( Read more... )

it seems that bad dreams are going about ( Read more... )

national socialism seems to be jack-booting its way into my dreams of late, with frightening regularity ( Read more... )

i seem to be growing immune to the sound of my own voice.
its not really me anymore, but not alien enough to be anyone else.

its like the slow humming of incorrectly installed overhead lighting. it only becomes real in comparison to dead silence.

i am so close to snapping, i just described someone's finances as dead matter, the slow and steady replication life from dead matter, a reproduction of life from death.

the dead, and rotting corpse of after tax issuing forth an army of maggots and winged bugs of taxable income and earnings...

there is something uniquely liberating about anger ( Read more... )

before i went to bed last night, i did some mental exercises to ensure that i dreamed... when i saw what was floating around my unconscious, i almost wish i hadn't ( Read more... )

before awakening, i was about to meet myself in a boxing match ( Read more... )

i just found out that the number one song in the country when i was born was FAME, by david bowie.

as trivial as this is, it makes me quite happy.

each day is a carbon copy of the course of my life, in miniature ( Read more... )