Experienced a crazy cd rom on the birth of the atom bomb today.
was focked.
met yet another brilliant, creative, gorgeous, warm, MARRIED woman today.
thats like 5 in 2 months. somewhere the wizard of oz behind his curtain is laffing his ass off at me.
"american movie" - was funny. was funny AND sad. ppl live like this.
aliens are regaining power in my consciousness. I find this odd. I now wish I had some of my missing alien t-shirt collection back. At one point I had over 30.
ex-flings and other things steal my shirts and little pieces of my soul...
today I fantasized about driving down to see an old friend and beating him to death with stuffed animals.
wired has good reads this month. as does....the economist? god thats odd.
I shaved my neck beard. back to big ass elvis chops. I'm getting mighty salt'n peppa for a guy not yet 28.
banalities abound. need movie/drinks injection. someone be my date?
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After watching The Signs (I was neither high nor drunk as you would probably enquire at some point) I had a really whacked out dream. It of course, combined several films.
1. V
2. Starship Troopers (!!!!)
3. Signs (well, just the whole watching it on CNN thing)
4. Bladerunner
Now the whole V thing was the fact that they were coming to cart us away and eat us as food. And they were everywhere.
The ST thing is that they were insect like and buzz about like big, big, wasps. Armoured of course.
The Signs thing, well it was all about the inevitability of just having this happen. Like...can this be for real?
The Bladerunner thing was that I cars were flying (and being shot down) through the streets of normal neighbourhoods. Of course, I lived about 5 stories up in a neighbourhood with old, old houses... think High Park area of Toronto, but push it up a few stories with lost of greenery and big, big trees.
So anyway, this is all buzzing outside the window. Went to get away (yes, you got it... an old, red GMC pickup truck, all rusted through) and was flying through the air when..... one of these fuckers (the aliens) latch on to the left back side. I of course turn around and go to bash it...
I literally sent my right fist swinging over my left shoulder. Luckily, Jen was asleep on my chest or should would have been hurt.
I'm not a violent person. This is really not my thing. Does however, make you wonder about the caveman within.
Movie and drinks would be tres cool. Hit my journal or contact me via the contact tab.
As for the married women thing, well ... of those 5, 2.5 will be divorced within 3-5 years of marriage.
As for the white hair, if it is still stuck to your head, don't complain.
Mon crayon est grande est jaune.