dimanche 2 mai 2010

the winter of our discontent

There’s no point to any of this. It’s all just a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know … a Quarter-Pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter becomes a cackle … and I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt.

this is my life

The other day I was the 1000,000th viewer on a site (that I frequent) again. The box flashed red and dangerous, so I read it out of instinct, and it said that I'd just won $66. SIXTY SIX DOLLARS! Really! Actually...really? I don't know, but I think these hoax's are getting dumber and smarter at the same time.

Other than philosophising over internet ads by day, I've been having the most confronting dreams by night. There was an action packed one about alien conspiracies, and another one where I owned a mouse. The latter was tormenting in that my phobia of rodents was completely inconsistent with the impossible scenario of having one as a pet. The climax of the dream was where I had to clean its cage and that meant picking it up and relocating it. But my conscious hatred of mice implored the subconscious me to drop the rodent and crush it under a couch. The final twist is when the mouse resurrects 2 days later, to both my relief and disgust.