bad dreams, good dreams, strangeness everywhere

aliens stealing minds, hiding in abandoned warehouses...yayzoo krispies, this could be one of the most intensely fucked-up dreams i've EVER had. The strangest part about it is that I don't believe that, if there are E. T.'s out there, they are in any way violent. I think any violence against mankind would likely be a direct reflection of the fear people would feel against them.

Large conversations for some other time. I have to go move my car now.


P.U.R.P.L.E.

stabbing eyeballs of doom

bloog.

It's the kind of day

where I wish for nothing more than to sit and float feathers, spew heavy buddha on mushy brains and get slapped back by just the same, with smiles and hugs somewhere in the midst of it all.

I could sit here all day and write/ read/ explore thoughts/ ideas/ concepts, etc. There's a cool essay contest going on at OU involving interdisciplinary work, open topic/ length of essay. I was thinking synesthaesia intertwined with the MRDD population.

I have no idea what I'm saying.

Sometimes
Nothing makes sense
even when everything does.

strangeness

Hooverphonic on MySpace.

Not that it's so unusual, really. Lots of bands are on there these days.

What's unusual is their cover of ACDC's "Hells Bells."



the world is so wonderfully strange sometimes...( for example...gnomes and bubbles and nightmares, oh my!!! )