Chapter 4, way late, holy fuck...
March 23-24, 2006
Can't sleep, way too much fucked up shit in my head. What a night. Rehearsals today were great, everything ran pretty damn smooth, almost well enough to make you wonder when the fuck you didn't know this stuff. After all that, though, a bunch of us went out to the Gate, our spot, our place of sanctuary in a hostile world of freaks and bedazzled shitheads. We had our fill of drinks, mine were less costly than others', but that was simply due to the fact that I'm driving myself miles deep into debt by going out on these fucking things that I have so much fun at. Why the hell must fun cost so damned much? Fuck these bastards, give me my fun for free, I've never charged you at my expense!
Holy shit...that movie is fucking up pretty badly, lagging out bad on my roomate's screen...that's a kickass little shotgun. My eyes are starting to hurt already from the glare of my own laptop screen. I'm quickly getting tired, as well, like the alchohol is passing far too quickly, leaving my system before it's ready for it to go...my eyes drip energy everytime I rub them...shit, I won't make it very long at this rate.
I should talk about some of the deep shit we mentioned at the Gate tonight before I'm gone. Hell, we covered a lot of diffeent topics...I think we even covered Hell, in a sense of speaking, just more of a hell on Earth rather than a Lake of Fire Hell. Come on you shits, just try and mess with Canada, you want an apocalypse, that's your best shot at it. The power-hungry USA, long live freedom! Like hell, jackass, what does America know about freedom? Only that which they teach themselves in their subjective classrooms with their subjective textbooks, creating subjective individuals. All they know is what they're taught, and they simply refuse to believe all else. This is not to say, though, that all Americans are like this, I actually know a few that are great people. Too damned bad the majority ruin it for the minority. There's also another race of beings, granted from the realm of fantasy, that are drilled with subjective history and values, they're known as the Drow, or Dark Elves. These are the most feared and distrusted of any race in any fantasy realm settings...strange that the Drow and the Americans use the same methods of teaching their young about the world, yet the fantasy world spurns the Drow, while the real world admonishes the Americans...
Shit. Falling asleep. I have work to do tomorrow, I should pass out now...
Just before I go, I apologize for no freaky metaphors or straight up weird shit. I'm tired, deal it with, don't patronize me, you swine! Take what you are given, and make with it your paradise!
Can't sleep, way too much fucked up shit in my head. What a night. Rehearsals today were great, everything ran pretty damn smooth, almost well enough to make you wonder when the fuck you didn't know this stuff. After all that, though, a bunch of us went out to the Gate, our spot, our place of sanctuary in a hostile world of freaks and bedazzled shitheads. We had our fill of drinks, mine were less costly than others', but that was simply due to the fact that I'm driving myself miles deep into debt by going out on these fucking things that I have so much fun at. Why the hell must fun cost so damned much? Fuck these bastards, give me my fun for free, I've never charged you at my expense!
Holy shit...that movie is fucking up pretty badly, lagging out bad on my roomate's screen...that's a kickass little shotgun. My eyes are starting to hurt already from the glare of my own laptop screen. I'm quickly getting tired, as well, like the alchohol is passing far too quickly, leaving my system before it's ready for it to go...my eyes drip energy everytime I rub them...shit, I won't make it very long at this rate.
I should talk about some of the deep shit we mentioned at the Gate tonight before I'm gone. Hell, we covered a lot of diffeent topics...I think we even covered Hell, in a sense of speaking, just more of a hell on Earth rather than a Lake of Fire Hell. Come on you shits, just try and mess with Canada, you want an apocalypse, that's your best shot at it. The power-hungry USA, long live freedom! Like hell, jackass, what does America know about freedom? Only that which they teach themselves in their subjective classrooms with their subjective textbooks, creating subjective individuals. All they know is what they're taught, and they simply refuse to believe all else. This is not to say, though, that all Americans are like this, I actually know a few that are great people. Too damned bad the majority ruin it for the minority. There's also another race of beings, granted from the realm of fantasy, that are drilled with subjective history and values, they're known as the Drow, or Dark Elves. These are the most feared and distrusted of any race in any fantasy realm settings...strange that the Drow and the Americans use the same methods of teaching their young about the world, yet the fantasy world spurns the Drow, while the real world admonishes the Americans...
Shit. Falling asleep. I have work to do tomorrow, I should pass out now...
Just before I go, I apologize for no freaky metaphors or straight up weird shit. I'm tired, deal it with, don't patronize me, you swine! Take what you are given, and make with it your paradise!
posted by Brad Butland at 5:39 PM
1 Comments:
Heh. America = Menzoberranzan. George Dubya Baenre. I like it.
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