trippin' with le pikuchoo on the 29th. it was simple, gentle and amazingly hilarious. go figure. we had a great time and we will have more great times.

my dreams have been nonsensical and i am not bothered to document them.

2005 = fucked up in more ways than one.

thank you: family, miss electronic contact + family, collective family (especially the zillectivers) and everyone else who made it possible. not forgetting my anonymous audience who continue to click, you are greatly appreciated.

you say party! *i*/we say die!

paranoid dreams.

please go away.

yes.

listen to black sabbath. (ozzy era.)

:  got a haircut. it was a drastic snip and there were two hairdressers attending to me. :

the trend now is to call me when i'm sleeping and disrupt my dreams. but they have been by members of the family so i'm letting them off.

last last nite

: the landlord wanted new fixtures for the kitchen and i was sent off to buy some wood-coloured spray paint. there was a new tenant and she was gonna live in the bathroom. landlord then adopted a black and white spotted bunny and she insisted i carry him/her/it and suddenly him/her/it's face turned into puss. that was just weird. :

last nite

:family went to some cherokee themed restaurant but the food wasnt that impressive but apparently they were much cheaper than those in the 'normal' cafes outside. spoke to the owners of the restaurant who practiced taxidermy. stuffed rabbits and puppies mostly. their other dogs (who were alive) then displayed some fancy tricks with ping pong balls and they could bounce those balls amazingly with their paws and produce more. (ok that just sounds dodgy.)

more dreams but was awakened by a phonecall.

been listening to old emo.

: dreams of new jobs. dreams of school. and dreams of trains. :



listen to goatsnake.

: was given 5 lps of the locust by mr pearson. they were just in sleeves without covers. 2 green 2 red and 1 clear. along with them were 2 3" cds. one of the cds had textures like frosted glass and the other was transparent. :

fuck record dreams.

music as of late has been a plethora of "intelligent"hip-hop, artpunk and '99 indiemo. and apart from that, things are sailing fine. not too smooth but not too much turbulence either. no complaints from moi.

dreams of freaks and limbless creatures. a marriage in the fields and a house on a hill. white stonwashed walls and broken steps and three couples, one of whom i am very familiar with. ran away i did. hopefully, never to return.

a very interesting star shone tonight.

or perhaps it was a satellite.

big fuckers are watching me.