_william_

looks like we belong to the same club. my solution? accept what is, while at the same time knowing it can be changed for the better. putting down the coffee - even when life is'nt all that satisfying my brain is temporarily tricked and i got that nasty crash to deal with. yeah, but god (lower cased), that coffee is good, you like that coffee. i do. shit.

come to ny for new years

i've thought about it but sleep, depending on if you get it or don't, or dream, can change you by the next day. i have changed several times. i change. i change. i change, although some things about me don't - for bad or for good.

your comment was a satisfying treat, although sad. i could say a lot more about it, but since i'm on your page - this is about answering your question.i don't remember having a voice in my dreams, but yet, i must. they are highly interactive. i can lucid dream when i'm real lucky -which allows me lots of flying and /or sex with various strangers (perhaps i should seek important pearls of wisdom while i'm there, instead?). i like changing the scenes around while i am in them. when i wake from these dreams, i always wonder about the nature of reality. obviously, i am interacting in a particular somewhere when i dream and although fluid ,i can use my senses to feel it out but, more effectively, i use my imagination to whisk myself off to odd scenerios - the imagination holds more power in the dream world than our earth reality - things usually take alot more time to happen here. take care of yourself, i hope your dreaming well.

actually this is one of my earliest memories.

i lived in brooklyn till i was one and a half years old, and the only thing i remember about it is that the skies were red, from all the lights, at night.

when we moved upstate, i noticed that at night the skies were purple, due to less unnatural light.

i think that the night skies are probably my earliest memory.

the stars seemed lower/louder.

i can't help it i like you too much

and just remember:

life's short and hard like a body building elf.

*gives boots some sweet loving*

hmm you edited your journal while i was typing.

i punish god . . . i punish god by not believing in him/her/it and being truely happy.

is that punishment? i'm not sure.

. . . into my living room.

holy shit! don't sneak up on me like that! you scared me!

where am i on your friend's list? wierd.