February 2012
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Last night I dreamed that I met David Bowie (in his house, no less!), and despite the fact that he had someplace to be, he couldn’t help but put it off to spend time talking to me. We just connected like that.
It’s a good sign to me that the Vampyric Recognition Exercise worked yesterday. Supposed to do the meditation, then record dreams and figure out whether my sub-conscious is...
January 2012
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“THR: How would you define an ideal Hulu show?
Forssell: We’ll look for content...”
– Hulu’s senior VP (x). (via letseyx)
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The only reason I didn’t say “Fuck you, have fun pimping your frauds!” is the Thoth class. No shop, no class. The test-run was awkward, but thank god for the geeky kids, who were all “MY BRAIN IS ON FIRE!” Because the universe has a sense of humor, my guinea pigs also include a 50-something dyslexic chick. I’m going to have to make her a cheat sheet, because the...
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Hello
Beatles fans: Goodbye
Doors fans: I love you, won't you tell me your name?
Pink Floyd fans: Is there anybody in there?
Lionel Richie fans: Is it me you're looking for?
Led Zeppelin fans: BABE BABE BABE BABE
Nirvana fans: Hello, hello..how low...
Foo Fighters fans: I've waited here for you, everlong
Red Hot Chili Peppers fans: Ding dong dang
Simon & Garfunkel fans: Darkness, my old friend
Neil Diamond fans: My friend, hello
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I dreamed thing 2 died. No description. Just dead. And the aftermath. That was awful. Then I dreamed something else, for a short while. Then I dreamed this dream where we were sharing a hotel room with the person I hate most in the world. I got to tell her I don’t like her. Also, she kept hitting on my man, touching him a lot, even he told her to stop being icky and weird.
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