naked and in charge of a cup of coffee.
New Queens of the stone age on the air, a full nights twisting under the auspices of sleep, a smattering of oddly rendered dreams in the well. I'm here. Sun beams slip into this subterranean lair. bright polygons on a dirty floor. i've a happy case of the totally randoms. my neurons are just now soaking in the caffeine.
lately my dreams have had entirely too much god in them. night before last i actually knelt before a priest, kissed the cross and was blessed. granted the point was so i could go kill evil. but knowing i had the sanction of the lord put a different spin on the battle. i knew i couldn't stop to dick around, sin it up a bit, nail some hotties on the side. Nope, just good ol fashioned devil ass whoopin. certainly a different spin on the whole matter. At least i'm not screaming i'm the right hand of god anymore.
I am in my waking life right now. I have to keep reminding myself from time to time. This is it man. Mostly this is due to the tendency of my perceptions to warp. Visual cues misfire the wrong impressions. i hear shit funny sometimes. I'm constantly imagining a dark underscape to the real world, one where protagonists always have to run, run hard, away from, in search of. Paranoia runs rampant in this imagined world. A clever way to displace my own perhaps.
I now know one of the true reasons i moved back up to AK. the sunlight. The color of the sun here is the color of the sun in my dreams. slightly less bright, less orange, more pale. this is actually a scientifically measured thing. more atmosphere for the light to pass through than at the equator. the yellow glow, from not so much as above as always off to one side. this lighting has pervaded almost all of my most intense dreams for years. Is this a pattern set down in my history, from when i lived here before, or is it deeper, a memory of heritage. what gene-mods have developed in this latitude?
Well the first cup is almost gone. the poor (ha!) abused blood vessels in my brain are stretching out, letting the caffeine works it's magic, dilating to accommodate. I'm sure my heart is none the more pleased for the extra work, but it's doing alright these days. it should be able to handle the extra work. I'm going to go find some stray iron to push around today anyway. work the evil out of my own muscles, push the venom through my skin. sweat it out a little, rather than spit it out.
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so i'm done with that, and damn was it good. not like a hot sweaty lay good, but good enough for now good. now i'm sitting down to Songs for the Deaf, my second cupa Joe and "breakfast". a most divine concoction of breaded eggs. i bought new pans yesterday, and goddamn am i super stoked. Fuck that shitty pan with a .45 twice. New pans forever. anyway, the eggs are mouthgasmic i'm sore and lovin it and life is good, for today.
i was going to post questions a la Voltaire, but frankly that's her gig, not mine.
right then.
~~~~~~~~
and another thing.
I design kick ass tattoos.
I love it when SGs reply to the comments in the set complements, particularly when the
y is used. *swoon*
today totally fucking rocks the socks of that cheetah's cock. to coin a phrase.
effin werd mofos
New Queens of the stone age on the air, a full nights twisting under the auspices of sleep, a smattering of oddly rendered dreams in the well. I'm here. Sun beams slip into this subterranean lair. bright polygons on a dirty floor. i've a happy case of the totally randoms. my neurons are just now soaking in the caffeine.
lately my dreams have had entirely too much god in them. night before last i actually knelt before a priest, kissed the cross and was blessed. granted the point was so i could go kill evil. but knowing i had the sanction of the lord put a different spin on the battle. i knew i couldn't stop to dick around, sin it up a bit, nail some hotties on the side. Nope, just good ol fashioned devil ass whoopin. certainly a different spin on the whole matter. At least i'm not screaming i'm the right hand of god anymore.
I am in my waking life right now. I have to keep reminding myself from time to time. This is it man. Mostly this is due to the tendency of my perceptions to warp. Visual cues misfire the wrong impressions. i hear shit funny sometimes. I'm constantly imagining a dark underscape to the real world, one where protagonists always have to run, run hard, away from, in search of. Paranoia runs rampant in this imagined world. A clever way to displace my own perhaps.
I now know one of the true reasons i moved back up to AK. the sunlight. The color of the sun here is the color of the sun in my dreams. slightly less bright, less orange, more pale. this is actually a scientifically measured thing. more atmosphere for the light to pass through than at the equator. the yellow glow, from not so much as above as always off to one side. this lighting has pervaded almost all of my most intense dreams for years. Is this a pattern set down in my history, from when i lived here before, or is it deeper, a memory of heritage. what gene-mods have developed in this latitude?
Well the first cup is almost gone. the poor (ha!) abused blood vessels in my brain are stretching out, letting the caffeine works it's magic, dilating to accommodate. I'm sure my heart is none the more pleased for the extra work, but it's doing alright these days. it should be able to handle the extra work. I'm going to go find some stray iron to push around today anyway. work the evil out of my own muscles, push the venom through my skin. sweat it out a little, rather than spit it out.
~~~~~~~
so i'm done with that, and damn was it good. not like a hot sweaty lay good, but good enough for now good. now i'm sitting down to Songs for the Deaf, my second cupa Joe and "breakfast". a most divine concoction of breaded eggs. i bought new pans yesterday, and goddamn am i super stoked. Fuck that shitty pan with a .45 twice. New pans forever. anyway, the eggs are mouthgasmic i'm sore and lovin it and life is good, for today.
i was going to post questions a la Voltaire, but frankly that's her gig, not mine.
right then.
~~~~~~~~
and another thing.
I design kick ass tattoos.
I love it when SGs reply to the comments in the set complements, particularly when the
y is used. *swoon*
today totally fucking rocks the socks of that cheetah's cock. to coin a phrase.
effin werd mofos
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arachnequarius:
i, too, am digging that entry. now, about that coffee ... i think i could use a hit.
toolgirl:
Never been to Alaska. It's on the list! 