The dream is only a few minutes old as of this entry. I was one of four youths crouched in a cul-de-sac outside a cinema wall. There was myself, two guys, and a girl. I think we were probably in our early twenties. Foul smells of rotting garbage filled the air. I could no longer contain the secret I was hiding ( Read more... )

On the twelfth day of Christmas, ( Read more... )

I wonder if Martians eat tax collectors ( Read more... )

Okay. I'm in one of those mindwarp moods again. It's probably from shifting between coffee and whiskey, but it feels like a genuine time shift. Weird ( Read more... )

Last night, I was visited by an unwanted, uninvited (and drunken) guest. He had just had a fight with his wife. This is the same fellow who attempted suicide here a few months ago (over a fight with the same wife). I blew my stack and told him to leave, and that he was no longer welcome... but I felt really bad doing that. I had another friend ( Read more... )

As always, things are gearing up for the annual TOASTY party. This year the party will be held on the 31st of December. I am trying to make arrangements to be there. I hope I can make it. More importantly, I am hoping Centre will make it. I haven't heard from him in a while, and I hope he's okay. After insuring a plethora of ice and mixers ( Read more... )

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Pick ten people on your friends list and say something honest about them. Under no circumstances are you to answer any questions or give any hints about who these people are.

(There may be a few small hints in some of my comments... sorry.01. You look a lot like this guy I used to know by the name of Shane in some of your photos. In other ( Read more... )

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My molar, which has been rotting for a while, broke off into tiny shards during last night's dinner. Bad tooth. I'd feel worse than I do about it, but DD is coming over in a few minutes with a soufflé. How could anyone be upset with DD and a soufflé?
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FCGST (sensory mode gourmet)
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Everyone interested in really personal crap about me... LISTEN UP ( Read more... )

In 1979 I came (a lot) and saw (a lot) and conquered (a lot). I think the air was simply just right for breathing then. It was an intoxicating air. It was a special 1979 air where semen and saliva and hamburgers and milkshakes and all manner of godly gifts glazed the lips of the poets and poetesses who'd gather in those shifting airs to breathe. It ( Read more... )