à demain_master of blaster

i tell u_the world is a museum or at least we can turn it into one_never forget the urban riot!
(http://www.be-an-artivist.net/)

what evil month this is...filled with sad news

go away june

ms. randomizer: tell me, are we gonna survive this june?

will u gonna make it_will i_and what about july?

when my youngest roomate's trying out the printer_

_he puts the truth on the wall_








(the world) it's a mad house_don't come and see_which is to say_we are all going gaga

:.:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bf1RBJxs3Y8

i am getting crazy_

_sooner or later::ahhhhhhhh::please ShootMe

my_BigBrother is watching_me_is watching BigBrother

.there is joy in having a big brother.

referring_saving one life::LastNightsDream

i rarely remember my dreams, but when i do, i think they offer a beautiful imagery making up for great movies.

In the dream, i was at some party i didn’t know anybody, but i believe it was somewhere in chicago. there was this guy, i did not know as well, who would pass out, collapse, all suddenly and i'd been the only one to see. In the dream, i ran over to him, bend over, towards him and recognized that he wouldn’t breathe anymore, asking the people what he had taken, who now stood around us, because out of me there came the loudest scream resounding in an endless echo.
in the dream, i would cut my wrist with some knife and pour my blood running out of the wound, into his mouth and lay little flat rocks, just like the ones i found in denmark, around in a circle on his left chest. out of nothing he would open his eyes again, asking me if i were an angel. i would shake my head to a no, pointing at his girlfriend, who stood aside from us, crying and tell him, that she is the angel.
whatever is lying inside this dream, it is also strange that it was dreamed in english.

while thinking about this dream today, i remembered that my dead grandma would have always told me, that she thought i were a witch and how it scared me, when i was younger, because i thought, they would soon burn me. then i remembered, that i was the only one from the family, who could not say good bye to her, because i wasn't even in the country and how my mom told me a year later, that she had been calling for me, while passing to the other world.
i know where i have been.

NoOne can accentuate it better than mr. oldham

[...] "and love will protect you
to the edge of the wood
then a monster will get you
and love does no good" [...]

(BonniePrinceBilly: master and everyone; even if love, 2003)