:: Porkchop Serum ::

:: Friday, August 19, 2005 ::

You praise me with such kind words but i'm still human, still open to stupid human influence. Still willing to be diverted with just a glancing blow of reason attempting to deflect me. still able to fall into traps of horrible consequence with the equivolent reason of a squirrel. putting faith in those you admire. can you handle the mess? Yes, we almost got into a fight tonight. yes, we almost got the police called on us tonight. and why? i dont remember. am i like that? not really.

:: sandy 2:14 AM [+] ::
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Another dream from the depths of my fabulously fucked up mind:

It all starts aboard an aircraft. Clearly a passenger jet of somekind. I wrote down 747. Sitting in the back with a couple people onboard a full 747, destination unknown. Suddenly we sense that something is wrong with the plane. I look out the back (?) window, something like looking out the back window of a car and watch one of the engines flame out. I casually hold up three finger indicating that engine three just went out. I didnt seem so upset and niether did anyone else. I mean, there wasnt any screaming or anything. Just a palpable sense of impending danger. Meanwhile we're cruising some breathtaking deepgreen hills.. almost artificial in their homogeneity, like a very large fairway...

the pilot elects to crashland, and we all get the news without any perceptible communication. We just know it. At the base of an approaching mountain is a large opening or doorway, like a railroad tunnel. Somehow in the pilots mind this would make for a good landing site and BULLSEYES the tunnel opening, shearing off the wings and engines, turning us into just a fuselage careening down this tunnel (ooh, sexual connotations abound!! foreshadowning?)

The people filled sausage of a plane continues to slide down this tunnel until the nose comes gently to rest into an earthen wall. No harm no foul. Everyone's ok. Awesome pilot.

Everyone files off the plane and scurries off to their rooms to get ready. Ready for what exactly? We've all come to meet someone apparently. Aliens? I remember thinking that.. or knowing it. We had crashlanded out jet into this mountain so that we could meet up with a group of aliens. I didnt know about this but apparently so did everyone else.

People emerge from their rooms in fanciful dress and formalwear. I remember seeing Missy Elliot there with her Crew. Perhaps there were other notables around too? A celebrity tour perhaps? A hint of a soundtrack in the background and we all assemble in a huge hall with a fountain in the middle and the aliens come forth. Not very alien like, perhaps a bit feminine.

All of a sudden out of NOWHERE, HUGE firey boulders, perfectly circular globes of bright orange flame come bounding into the hall!! They're coming right for us!! As they bounce, they are enveloping, more like consuming within the people and aliens in their path. Just as soon as their engulfed, they emerge on the other side slumped on the ground, naked. I take off, hurry un a set of stairs to a balcony that overlooks this hall.. Im safe.

Safe until a firey declothing globe blindsides me. Im taken within and held weightless above the hall, seen now through orange tint. What follows next can only be described as a monumental, thunderous ejaculation. The slowmotion variety designed to liquify your brain.

end.

:: sandy 5:13 PM [+] ::
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