Animal instinct at first, then discomfort. I don't think that I slept, but how can I be sure? Do I feel like I slept? Mixing the days, mixing the drinks and the tapes. Missing nights. The holiday season. Terrorist levels. Sentence fragments. Lycanthropic metamorphosis. I feel inhuman, lifeless. I can't let my family see me like this. I have to ( Read more... )

I joined the club, I made a quiz.

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Dream one: I was riding in this car with an older guy and his three daughters. Every pedestrian he saw, to him, was a zombie. Everyone else in the car saw them for regular people. He kept running them down with the car and firing a shotgun out of the driver's side window. He put the gun to my head and forced me to throw spiders and cockroaches out ( Read more... )

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Bush, Kerry duel over domestic policy / Afghans begin counting presidential votes / Six G.I.'s die in Iraq; Allawi warns Fallujah / State Department opposes anti-semitism law / Exhibit pays tribute to atom bomb workers / Guppies used to monitor water supplies / Actor Macaulay Culkin claims innocence in drug bust / Michael Jackson seeks to ban ( Read more... )

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One; Wake up. Get out of your bed and wipe the sleep from your eyes. It's almost midnight, man. Get your shit together and set out into the alley beside your house. Head southeast.

Two; Fill a two litre pop bottle up with chlorine (must contain sodium hypochlorite). Add a small amount of sugar and a small amount of water. Mix all three of these in ( Read more... )

Coming back home to my parent's house truly makes me feel good. It's all about free laundry, eating free food, and taking time to reminisce and re-experience drinking my dad's liquor and blaring French pop music from my car in the driveway, windows down, while I smoke cigarettes and wish I had more friends to phone up at 5am. I work two jobs at the ( Read more... )

Up until the sunrise, fairly drunk, butchering and playing doctor with Sylvia Plath poems like a literary slasher flick. When I fell asleep, I fell deep into audacious dreams of another age. I found myself spending time residing in a 14th century castle on the coastline of Scotland. At first, the boy I was rooming with seemed quite strange. A ( Read more... )

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