The Mysterion Strikes Yet Again!!!

Sitting against the front door, quarter to midnight.
Yellow like the rock-salt bag.
Stealthy even.

1 2 3(if I knew the html, it would be a red three~8)
Four THeDaWN

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a dozen gorgeous red roses wrapped up warmly, to guard against the elements.

As always, thank you. I am learning much from your kindness, mostly to have hope when things seem hopeless.

In chaos, the greatest dreams begin, right?
~8)

Thank you so very much.

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:::points at chest:::

guess who's writing a song for Cher?
~8D

Now to find someone with good recording equipment and a CD burner...

*smirks* a LOT

umm...really though.

It's a contest.


*gigglz*

:::runs away to hide behind the couch with Chloebearmonster:::



tee!hee!

The Sunlight Breaks Through, and I Can't Ignore How Warm I Am Feeling

It's just beautiful outside! All sunny and wonderful. I had amazing dreams of accomplishment and clarity, things revealed to me for my eyes only *gigglz* No, I don't know if they will come true - sometimes dreams seem to reveal such things to me, but I won't say for certain whether they are really clairvoyant or just coincidence. I don't really care...they are my personal video collection, and entertain me to no end.

One dream though...I think I must have been a mascot of some kind, a chicken (how effing appropriate is that LOL) and I was struggling with these other mascots. But at one point, I was in the *stands*, which were really just walls with people standing in mid-air - I was flying! I cannot remember ever flying in my dreams, and my lucid-mind remembered that and I got all tickled by it.

There was an announcer having everyone in the audience sing happy birthday to whoever had a birthday that day. I was fixing some plumes :::shakes head:: when I got a nudge. I looked up to find I had floated down to the floor, and began to blush. My friend darkpixie6942 (whom I haven't seen IRL in far too long!) was tugging on my suit, telling me, "It's your turn! It's your turn!"

I told her I didn't want to, but it happened anyway. I was standing in the middle of a crowd of rasta-men with amazing dred-locks, only they had been dressed up as transvestites the night before, and forgotten to take all their make-up off. And their hair grew back very quickly - it was odd, seeing them sitting there, smoking up and and nodding to their silent rhythms.

"You go on, girl," they told me with Jamaican accents.

A spotlight shone down on me, and they sang happy birthday to me.
I was given roses, and began to wave like I was the winner of some beauty contest. I began laughing because I was a bit lucid, and knew how ridiculous it all was, but it was fun, so why not?

I walked like a diva, shaking my butt like a supermodel, just eating it all up. I went up the stairs to the MC, and he hugged me, kissing me on the cheek. It was the ringmaster guy from Moulan Rouge, and he patted me on the back all dainty-like. I was actually crying, but they were tears of laughter, not simply because girls cry at moments like this. It was hilarious!

He said, "Yes yes now, WAKE UP!"

The doorbell was ringing downstairs.
Bloody hayel .

Bathrobe, slippers, man I gotta shave my legs soon...something about not having anyone to impress, then a smirk because that was really negative and wow, it's sunny outside...photo-time. Hmm...

one step, two step...yadda yadda yadda
Unlock..."I'm sorry to have bothered you miss, but..."

I was blind, and rubbed my eyes to find that i had a horrible mass of make-up on my hand. smirking again.
"...church..."

I look up - the guy's got candy, a whole box of it like the ones who pander over on 25th and Lorain, just outside the banks and China Town.

Look up, stifling the giggles at the thougt that maybe I have make-up down to my chin, and how awful I must look - I am the poster child for white-trash this morning. Which then reminds me of a childhood memory where my father answered the door in his boxers with a beer (we won't mention the gut!LOL) and a shotgun, only to scare the crap out of some Jehova's Witnesses who'd been coming to our door non-stop for nearly two years. He was always polite until that day...he always told him we were not interested, that we had our own "faith."

But they never listened...until that morning.

He answered the door, "What the fuck do you want?"

They pretty much just stood there, mouths open and ready to say something, but they were completely stifled. All of us kids were hiding just inside the door, covering our mouths so as not to laugh and give away the fact that our father was total BS.

I looked at the guy this morning, and told him, "Go away please," and shut the door.

wraptboy said I shoulda brought him in to kill him.
Yeah...he might've made a good breakfast, and then lookie! Candy for dessert!!! YAY!!!

Hor(ror)scopes and worthwhile beasties

Uno.

You are ready for some sort of dramatic change in your life, DAWN. It is not that you are dissatisfied with your career or your personal relationships, but rather that you feel that you are missing out on something great. If you only knew what. Be receptive to whatever opportunities come your way today, and explore every one of them. You may find the answers you are looking for through travel or continued education. Bring a buddy with you if you are afraid to do this type of exploring on your own.

~8)

Deux.(duh? - *gigglz*)

CAPRICORN:
>>Wednesday, January 8

Somebody might be having difficulty seeing the wisdom of your proposition, but take a deep breath and reframe or explain it once again. Mars and Mercury are in agreement, so if you can quell your, shall we say, innate intolerance for having to repeat yourself, your latest sales talk could be your best one yet.
Today's star rating: ***

( And now...do ya wanna see my worthwhile Beast? )