Freak-ass Barry Dream

Why I dream crap like this is beyond me. Nothing ever triggers these dreams, yet I realise it's part of subconscious, which is addled at best.

I dreamt I was in England and preparing to meet Barry Andrews the next day. falkenna was going to take me to the shops in Brighton to find an outfit for the occasion. It was then she told me that I had to get something white. Okay, I don't do white. No, it's just not a shade of which I am fond. Sure I'll wear the odd white tee shirt, but only because I like what's on it. Like right now, I'm wearing a white tee, but it's adorned with a gigantic Shriekback symbol, so that's acceptable. Anyway, I told falkenna that I wanted something black, that white just wouldn't do.

She said: "Well, Barry wants everyone who's meeting for dinner to be dressed in white."

"But why?"

"White robes, specifically. He says that we should be the light for this dark world in which we dwell."

"Yeah, right. Doesn't he know that we got all the Hammer films in the US too? I know that the chick in white is always the sacrifice. Well, I'm not having it."

"We'll all be in white, including Barry," falkenna argued. And we began to bicker to the point I put my fingers in my ears and repeated over and over, "I'm not hearing you! I'm not hearing you!"

It was totally in left field, that dream. And I just know it's gonna haunt me all day.

No Asheville, No Moncks Corner

Diane called deathly ill this morning and begged off the Asheville trip. As a result, Aunt Tudi and I didn't go either. She's having back trouble (more than usual) and I'm very close to my Moon, which means I will be closed for maintenance over the next few days. That's why we aren't going to see The Father Unit this weekend. I'm going to be too sick, I just know it. Damn.

It is now time for some chocolate. All gifts of chocolate should be placed 10 paces away from the front door of my menstrual hut so as the benefactors won't be in danger of having their faces pounded like veal cutlets by the angry, out-of-control Moon Mistress. Argh.

Kink

I got this from demonicanevil.

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Take the Kink Test

Hm.

I'm making this post a friends-only post so as to avoid any more tension for one of my pals in whose journal this bullfunky began. I left the person to his/her opinion out of respect for my friend, who doesn't deserve a poo-flinging contest in her journal.

I just got an invitation to kill myself and be the first in the (hopeful) extinction of Humanity. Never have I said I want to see all of us disappear without including myself in that, but I won't do myself in and lose the chance of missing out on the Alpaca Lips. That would be daft of someone who relishes the idea of such an occasion, but that doesn't mean I set myself apart or above my fellow species.

If someone is so bloody serious about "saving the future" or "saving the Earth," they're most likely fluffy bunny idjits who deserve to feel the heat of the Inquisitors' brand. If you can't take Humanity or its inevitable demise as a joke, then you're not going to be any help to your "cause" anyway.

Maybe I'm too jaded. Maybe I'm too much of a cynic. Hell, I'm probably both. In fact, I'm almost certain of it. But people who are keen on a New Age for Humanity or saving the Earth make me want to vomit. Mother Earth can take care of herself. Why do you think the weather is so fucked up? She's trying to balance out a situation that we created. If Humanity was fighting Mother Earth in a boxing match, I'd place my bets on Earth. She's bigger, stronger, and older than all of us put together. She will kick our collective arse long before we have a chance to achieve Enlightenment. We're destroying our habitat. Once it's gone, Earth will no longer support us, we'll die, and we'll be replaced with something stronger and better than we. It'll be a beautiful thing, man. Beautiful.

All I can say is that it takes a pretty petty and shallow individual who resorts to inciting suicide in response to someone who has an obviously drastically different opinion to their own. Variety is the spice of life. If everyone who didn't agree with the Advancement of the Human Race decided to jump off a bridge, it'd be a pretty boring world that would still self-destruct in good time, probably faster 'cos there'd be no misanthropist around to bring down the morons with the miraculous opposable digit a notch or two.

::rolls eyes::

What-the-fuck-ever.

**cross-posted to misanthrope_inc**

Gr..

I'm going to Maine to live in a cave on a cliff, to pray for the coming Avian Plague and shoot at people who come to close to me.