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Aw yeah
This is what I usually listen to. I like really mellow electronic music, mainly just background noise. I can listen to this stuff all day. And I have.
Brunchan like the Fist of the North Star
Today was my birthday. I went with mom and had brunch at this real popular place downtown and the food there was pretty damn good. It was on the top floor of an skyscraper so the view was nice.
It was like a buffet, but the food didn't taste like shit. It was really good, in fact. I ate so much that 8 hours later I'm still full.
Nice birthday was nice.
It was like a buffet, but the food didn't taste like shit. It was really good, in fact. I ate so much that 8 hours later I'm still full.
Nice birthday was nice.
Neato
I have this feed thing here.
http://feeds.feedburner.com/MarisasFantasticFunhouse
Check that shit out if you're a really cool guy.
http://feeds.feedburner.com/MarisasFantasticFunhouse
Check that shit out if you're a really cool guy.
Menacing Slim Nigger 2: Electric Boogaloo
Oh my, profanities. Quick one before I go to bed, I got birthday brunch in the morning.
So, this was a really normal dream at first. I wasn't even aware that it was one. Only one thing that was out of the ordinary was that calligraphy was incredibly cool and if you could make fancy "hooks" or something on your letters you were pretty much the coolest guy alive.
Well, I wasn't. Fuck calligraphy. I just went home and did what I always do. Browse the internet.
So, when I'm just chilling and browsing Youtube or something, the menacing slim nigger runs towards me and grabs me by the neck.
He holds me up to his face, gives me a shit-eating grin and says "I'LL EXTEND YOU 6 FEET"
And then he stretched my neck a few kilometer and clearly underestimated how long he was going to stretch it for.
And I wake up scared shitless.
Oh yeah, and he was wearing a mariachi outfit. My brain works in mysterious ways.
So, this was a really normal dream at first. I wasn't even aware that it was one. Only one thing that was out of the ordinary was that calligraphy was incredibly cool and if you could make fancy "hooks" or something on your letters you were pretty much the coolest guy alive.
Well, I wasn't. Fuck calligraphy. I just went home and did what I always do. Browse the internet.
So, when I'm just chilling and browsing Youtube or something, the menacing slim nigger runs towards me and grabs me by the neck.
He holds me up to his face, gives me a shit-eating grin and says "I'LL EXTEND YOU 6 FEET"
And then he stretched my neck a few kilometer and clearly underestimated how long he was going to stretch it for.
And I wake up scared shitless.
Oh yeah, and he was wearing a mariachi outfit. My brain works in mysterious ways.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Best. Dream. Ever.
So, that dream. Like I said, it was like a life-scarring nightmare. So it was pretty cool dream.
Well, anyways. I wake up in this backyard of a house. This backyard spans miles and never seems to end, and it's closed off by towering black hedges.
It's pitch-black outside (hey, did I mention I'm scared of the dark?) and complete silence. There's no wind, it's not hot, it's not cold. Everything feels empty.
I spot the house the backyard belongs to but I'm scared shitless of going inside of there so I don't even think about it. I just keep wandering about. It's not only pitch-black outside, but everything is colorless too. Flowers, bushes and foilage seem dead and warped in some weird way. Everything feels off.
As I keep walking I sometimes hear rustling in the bushes and spot some movement, but I just think it's the wind but then I realize; there is no wind.
After a while I start spotting these small pools of blood scattered about. I kneel down and touch the pool. It's still warm. I just shrug it off and keep walking. This repeats itself a few times until I start seeing that I'm being followed. Or more like someone or something is looking for me.
I just keep cool and walk slowly and try to see what's looking for me. I kinda make out a silhouette of a person but the proportions seem off. I just keep walking.
After a while I find myself in a basement of some sort. It's tiny and there's a pool of blood in the middle of the room. It's dripping from a small hole in the ceiling. I somehow manage to peek through that hole and see that thing that has been looking for me this entire time.
It looked almost completely featureless. It was pitch-black, blacker than anything else, and its' face was completely featureless except for two, huge, black, scary fucking eyes.
I almost start panicing but I calm down after I think about how small this hole is I'm peeking through is and there's no way that thing can see me.
That exact moment the thing looks at me and stares me straight in the eyes.
And I wake up.
Ever since I've been scared shitless of the dark.
The menacing slim nigger is waiting.
Well, anyways. I wake up in this backyard of a house. This backyard spans miles and never seems to end, and it's closed off by towering black hedges.
It's pitch-black outside (hey, did I mention I'm scared of the dark?) and complete silence. There's no wind, it's not hot, it's not cold. Everything feels empty.
I spot the house the backyard belongs to but I'm scared shitless of going inside of there so I don't even think about it. I just keep wandering about. It's not only pitch-black outside, but everything is colorless too. Flowers, bushes and foilage seem dead and warped in some weird way. Everything feels off.
As I keep walking I sometimes hear rustling in the bushes and spot some movement, but I just think it's the wind but then I realize; there is no wind.
After a while I start spotting these small pools of blood scattered about. I kneel down and touch the pool. It's still warm. I just shrug it off and keep walking. This repeats itself a few times until I start seeing that I'm being followed. Or more like someone or something is looking for me.
I just keep cool and walk slowly and try to see what's looking for me. I kinda make out a silhouette of a person but the proportions seem off. I just keep walking.
After a while I find myself in a basement of some sort. It's tiny and there's a pool of blood in the middle of the room. It's dripping from a small hole in the ceiling. I somehow manage to peek through that hole and see that thing that has been looking for me this entire time.
It looked almost completely featureless. It was pitch-black, blacker than anything else, and its' face was completely featureless except for two, huge, black, scary fucking eyes.
I almost start panicing but I calm down after I think about how small this hole is I'm peeking through is and there's no way that thing can see me.
That exact moment the thing looks at me and stares me straight in the eyes.
And I wake up.
Ever since I've been scared shitless of the dark.
The menacing slim nigger is waiting.
Friday, September 17, 2010
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So, first post. Fun.
Anyways, I had this dream once. A really bad dream. A nightmare, in fact. It scarred me for life.
But more on that later.
Anyways, I had this dream once. A really bad dream. A nightmare, in fact. It scarred me for life.
But more on that later.
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