: 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.

: paranoia and uncertainty. unnecessary people who, in my world, must be erased and eliminated. record browsing from the new missing link. nothing great but old big-hair-rock-action stuff. :

must. stay. calm.

and. positive.

the weather these days have been very kind.

listen to immortal technique.

the same dreams.
the same paranoid dreams.
same shit different story.
every time each time.
:and i don't wanna move to hong kong.:
give me a new sandman now. five minutes now!



listen to killout trash.