earliest childhood memory is of me falling through a sheet of ice covered by snow in germany. my brother was pulling me on a sled and wooosh i was in freezing water. he pulled me out and saved me.
it is that or cutting my eye on the corner of a glass coffeetable, i still have the scar
Wow! I just got a look at your vacaction pictures! What an amazing-looking place! You must have had the time of your life!!!
Bride Of Frankenstein!!! Ah..one of those secret and bizzare crushes I have...she was a total cutie...and of course the oufit is super-cool! So I wish you the best of luck.
As to your question, I for soem reason or another, can fully remeber brief instances from as far back as being a newborn. I remember what the wallpaper in my very first room looks like...I remember crawling around through my living room...I can remember sitting on my mom's lap watching the Hollywood Christmas Parade when I was about a year old. It's kind of weird, the sensations that are conjured when I try to recollect them now...but years ago I described certain things to my mother and she freaked out at how accurarate my memories of certain things were (like the wallpaper). So I hope that answered your question...
ok are you ready for this?....my earliest childhood memory......I'm fairly young ..not quite sure how.....but young damit!!!. We were over at my Favorite Uncle's house, parents were visiting or some damned thing. He was making a run to the store to buy some junk food more than likely, I wanted to go but didn't feel like asking for permission, so I waited till he walked out the door, before following him out. He had no idea that I followed, jumped into the van (one of those big ecconoline vans with only the four windows and the windshield) He started it up and almost backed over me, put it in drive and started away. So what did I do? you ask yourselves.........I hoped on the fucker and held on for dear life. The Best part is.....the part that sticks out the most is all the honking and swerving of the other cars as I desperatly cling to the handle of the back door. Finally at the red light someone yells for him to roll down the window, and get some kid pryed off of his bumper. I don't think the poor basterd ever touched another joint after that one!!! ...........or maybe thats one of my trips and not a memory at all.....hmmmmm....
well i'm off to cook up some skag !!!
Later
J
My lucid dreaming technique has been perfect the past few years, and that's why the dreams never get too bad. I can also wake myself up in a snap, once I realize the dream is taking a bad turn. But, my dreams are almost always just normal, nice, happy dreams with maybe a tinge of weirdness to keep them fun. The icky dreams for a full week just make me insane, and I've never had that "where am I" thing. Seven nights in a row is NOT good.
We shall see. I'm going to sleep with my medicine pouch tonight and drink a special tea that my shaman friend recommended.
Bodhi yo! you say a time,i'm usually done by 5:30.
I'll give em till the end of the week,then I'm going to shake some shit .fuckers,what happened to consumer service eh?
A: being in a zebra stripped kombi van w/ the whole family,driving around Sth Africa.We got arrested in Mozambique by 2 Afrikaans cops coz they thought we might have been communist gun smugglers.Travelling as a family being a good cover they thought.That night they took the men out elephant hunting (there were a couple of other people with us) and i remember hearing drums,and they were getting closer ,just in the nick of time the hunting party arrived back(its ok they didnt shoot any elephants,they missed a rabbit tho) and we're all like "d d drums!!"and the cops say "ah dont worry about that,just the locals having a nite out on the booze,they do it every Saturday"....true
like plasticfangs,I've always had a crush on the bride of frankenstein,its weird....mmmmm
Oh and Alexis' set is fucking great
Good job on working towards the $300 thing. Hmm...guess the sex industry pays pretty well...particularly when you help fullfill the darkest or deepest fantasies.
Answer: Probably getting hit for not learning how to tie my shoes easily...either that or playing with a G I Joe in a highchair....or hearing my parents fighting. I think i try not to remember a lot of things from back then. Wasn't a happy childhood.
Yeah, I'm pissed cause we didn't get our arse into gear to organise a show with them so we miss out on the tour. But I guess it's a couple of weeks off to perfect the new routine. SPOD playin wit Solaris and the Night Terrors, two of my favorite Melbourne bands at the moment.
ooh rope eh? sounds like a fun time!! hehe
Oh, my mom was so nice yesterday, she made me mac n chesse since i was in pain..hehe and i had to slurp up then noodles! hehe
my earliest childhood memory is that of the day you and i were frolicking in our little faerie dresses in the big tree circle in the woods. when we found the mushrooms and the elves. ahh.. what a good day that was!
earliest childhood memory is of me falling through a sheet of ice covered by snow in germany. my brother was pulling me on a sled and wooosh i was in freezing water. he pulled me out and saved me.
it is that or cutting my eye on the corner of a glass coffeetable, i still have the scar