stone against skin August 11th: you don't want to know where I've been He grinned. "As your attorney, i advise you to tell me where you put the goddamn mescaline." —Hunter S. Thompson

Dream: I can't decide what was more disturbing--the fact that I had a pot with a cat in it and I was stirring it, or that the floor seemed to be transparent and there were things looking up at me from the depths of somewhere that looked distinctly unlike my basement. In the dream, though, i was unperturbed in the way that people are when they just can't freak out.

Reality: I wrote some more stuff yesterday after uploading yesterday's journal. You might want to see where my mind went. Or not. ***** So the results of yesterday's boredom are a machine almost ready to transfer my domain to, and [in text], what will eventually be my only site on Geocities. I hate hate HATE the popups and GeoJumper. Hate them. I know how to kill them, and it's so darned tempting.... But, no. Must not use my powers for evil. must resist. Even babbling seems to be beyond me at the moment. ***** I joined Grey Day. I should know better than to look at things I know are going to make me sick. Hell.org is going to be in the works, soonish. I have documentation to finish, still. I still think Quiet Foxes is mmmsogood. The phrase "dangerous and lucky" is banging around in my head looking for a way out.

the moment: CD: Dar Williams, The End of the Summer Book: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Hunter S. Thompson; le ton bon de Marot, Douglas Hoefstader; Last Night of the Earth Poems, Bukowski Outside: beautiful. i am going now. Doing: I am SooperKris. Really. Link: new quiet foxes story... {{previous}} | {{next}} stone against skin archives | reads | backstory | cast | why? home   your assignment: envision your face, covered with mystic tattoos.

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