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Uh.
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Hey guys. Long time no see.
Sup?
EDIT: Oh, and I got a Rebel XSi. Happy birthday to me. Expect to see work out of it.
Sup?
EDIT: Oh, and I got a Rebel XSi. Happy birthday to me. Expect to see work out of it.
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Adventure Time!
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Lewis and Clark
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I GOT INTO LEWIS AND CLARK!
FUCK YEAH!
FUCK YEAH!
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LOTS OF DREAMY SHIT
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12/1
Dreamt about dreaming. That's all I can remember.
12/4
I am a Reggae Lord, and my people are trying to fit my Proper Song to me, Cinderella style. When they fuck up i behead them. Also, earlier: My jet lighter won't work. I press the button, and the valve won't close. IT just lets out this massive jet of flame for about 30 secs before running out of fuel. Then i fix it somehow, refuel is, and it works. What would Freud say?
12/9
In Britain, in a sunny outdoor cafe. In front of us, on various chairs and fountains, sit a multitude of men in different clothes, each vying for "best of *blank*." A different presenter is assigned to each group of possible-best-ofs. So one woman walks out and chooses a few, ending with "most casual," where she gets in an argument with another presenter about whether or not this guy's outfit looks like something Daniel Craig, as the newJames Bond, would wear....
WHY THE HELL IS DANIEL CRAIG ALWAYS IN MY DREAMS?!
12/10
Profile of a black man's face, lying down. He's abviously singing on Broadway, and the song goes something like: "Nigger can't get no respect, Nigger always down / Why did Daddy name his son Nigger? / Black kids love Nigger/ They say "Damn, you such a Nigger" / White kids love Nigger / They say "Damn, you're such a...sissy." /
Earlier:
Dreamt about this amazing Thai restaurant in town, "Your Place." I was getting takeout there, but for some reason I was helping myself, like at a buffet. I kept thinking about how delicious this was going to be when i got it home, but the dish i ordered wouldn't fit properly in any of the takeout containers. Very frustrating.
12/13
Kim Jong-Il is my uncle, and we're eating holiday (Christmas?) dinner at his place, which appears to be just a regular old semi-shitty house somewhere in America. Nothing remotely exciting happens.
12/14
My Great Uncle Peter is a hit man, and over the course of hunting this kid down I run into him. He helps me while teaching me the ways of his profession. When i have this kid down on the ground, and am about to hit him with a hammer (or maybe shoot him in the head? There's a hammer involved somehow), Peter says no, that'll make a mess and hands me some wicked looked double-bladed switch-knife thing. We go into the bathroom, and he tell me to cut the kid's throat, which i do over the toilet. Nice blood spray (my dreams have bitchin' special effects). Then we're washing our hands and my dad walks in, does his business, and leaves, completely disregarding the blood, weapons, corpse, and us. Cool.
P.S. i remember who the kid was: Alex, this kind of chubby asshole from middle school in Chicago. Odd that he would be in there, i haven't thought of him in years.
12/19
Dreamt I went to this club that I've dreamt of before. Parking lot in front of a rather nondescript long, low building. Bouncer out front. At this club (in my dreams), I can always get drinks even though i am underage, but i always get yelled at and get them taken away by the security guards, who usually yell at me for something else in the meantime. This time, however, i don't try. Oh, and my aunt Kristi is ALWAYS with us. This time, our party contains at least: Me, Kristi, some kid i know but can't identify, and feef. There are whiteboards on which feef and i are VERY excited to draw on. We do. She even buys a printout of what we drew. Then a bumpin' techno song comes on and people start dancing. In the room we're in, there's a mannequin with it's shirt open, holding one exposed breast. Then, as i get closer, as if going through a fog, it starts moving and turns out to be a person dancing, still half-nekkid. I was intrigued. In the next room over, the actual dance floor, there are tons of mannequin-people, all in formation like a music video. As i get closer, all turn into dancing people and then back when i leave. Odd.
Dreamt about dreaming. That's all I can remember.
12/4
I am a Reggae Lord, and my people are trying to fit my Proper Song to me, Cinderella style. When they fuck up i behead them. Also, earlier: My jet lighter won't work. I press the button, and the valve won't close. IT just lets out this massive jet of flame for about 30 secs before running out of fuel. Then i fix it somehow, refuel is, and it works. What would Freud say?
12/9
In Britain, in a sunny outdoor cafe. In front of us, on various chairs and fountains, sit a multitude of men in different clothes, each vying for "best of *blank*." A different presenter is assigned to each group of possible-best-ofs. So one woman walks out and chooses a few, ending with "most casual," where she gets in an argument with another presenter about whether or not this guy's outfit looks like something Daniel Craig, as the newJames Bond, would wear....
WHY THE HELL IS DANIEL CRAIG ALWAYS IN MY DREAMS?!
12/10
Profile of a black man's face, lying down. He's abviously singing on Broadway, and the song goes something like: "Nigger can't get no respect, Nigger always down / Why did Daddy name his son Nigger? / Black kids love Nigger/ They say "Damn, you such a Nigger" / White kids love Nigger / They say "Damn, you're such a...sissy." /
Earlier:
Dreamt about this amazing Thai restaurant in town, "Your Place." I was getting takeout there, but for some reason I was helping myself, like at a buffet. I kept thinking about how delicious this was going to be when i got it home, but the dish i ordered wouldn't fit properly in any of the takeout containers. Very frustrating.
12/13
Kim Jong-Il is my uncle, and we're eating holiday (Christmas?) dinner at his place, which appears to be just a regular old semi-shitty house somewhere in America. Nothing remotely exciting happens.
12/14
My Great Uncle Peter is a hit man, and over the course of hunting this kid down I run into him. He helps me while teaching me the ways of his profession. When i have this kid down on the ground, and am about to hit him with a hammer (or maybe shoot him in the head? There's a hammer involved somehow), Peter says no, that'll make a mess and hands me some wicked looked double-bladed switch-knife thing. We go into the bathroom, and he tell me to cut the kid's throat, which i do over the toilet. Nice blood spray (my dreams have bitchin' special effects). Then we're washing our hands and my dad walks in, does his business, and leaves, completely disregarding the blood, weapons, corpse, and us. Cool.
P.S. i remember who the kid was: Alex, this kind of chubby asshole from middle school in Chicago. Odd that he would be in there, i haven't thought of him in years.
12/19
Dreamt I went to this club that I've dreamt of before. Parking lot in front of a rather nondescript long, low building. Bouncer out front. At this club (in my dreams), I can always get drinks even though i am underage, but i always get yelled at and get them taken away by the security guards, who usually yell at me for something else in the meantime. This time, however, i don't try. Oh, and my aunt Kristi is ALWAYS with us. This time, our party contains at least: Me, Kristi, some kid i know but can't identify, and feef. There are whiteboards on which feef and i are VERY excited to draw on. We do. She even buys a printout of what we drew. Then a bumpin' techno song comes on and people start dancing. In the room we're in, there's a mannequin with it's shirt open, holding one exposed breast. Then, as i get closer, as if going through a fog, it starts moving and turns out to be a person dancing, still half-nekkid. I was intrigued. In the next room over, the actual dance floor, there are tons of mannequin-people, all in formation like a music video. As i get closer, all turn into dancing people and then back when i leave. Odd.
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