"Newsflash, Lisa, Bart is not a horse"
Today has been interesting. I've decided to actually take part in the 30 hour famine at church to support the people in the youth group who are doing it to raise awareness of teens that die from hunger every day. I think its like twelve. I think that statistic applies to our state, but I'm not sure so don't quote me on that. So I'm hungry right now. I've been drinking coffee and water all day. My mom took my Grandpa to the VA hospital and was treated to lunch at the Olive Garden as a token of thanks. She brought home some of that fantasic bread and some appetizers. I hope they're still good tomorrow beccause they will have to wait until then. Oh its calling to me like some indefatigable voice from a far off demension, but I'm determined not to give in. I got another one of my Happy Hardcore cds in the mail today. Actually it was yesterday since its like 12:45 am now. So when I say today, I actually mean February 25th. The cd is Happy Hardcore Foundation and one of the reviews for it on Amazon.com refers to it as "A Heart Attack Waiting to Happen." After I read that, I knew I had to have it. It is more Hardcore than my other stuff so far and it seriously kicks. Its really intense. I love it. Its like 180 or 190 beats per minute. I now have 7 total disks in my collection of Happy Hardcore and am awaiting the 8 that have yet to arrive. I ordered Ultimate Happy Hardcore Album, a six disc set and a two disk set called Heart of Gold that seriously cost 1 cent not including shipping. No joke. I guess nobody else wanted it. Oh well, I find that by developing tastes for things that nobody else likes, I have many opportunities open to me. Its because I'm weird, but it occurs to be that you can't always get what you want, but you can want what you get. Naturally, I can't afford the best newest highest quality Happy Hardcore compilations, but I can get the lesser known cheap ones and enjoy those until the others are available. In other news, that strange wart on the bottom of my foot is being killed by God and some wart destroying stuff. It doesn't hurt, I decided to do something about it before it became a problem. So thanks be to God on that one and all the other stuff he's been doing in my life and those of my friends and family. Here is another story. Enjoy.
Neon Memory
Alex Macwilliams popped the pill into his mouth as the music pulsed and thumped in the background and the night flew by at seventy miles per hour. The rave was over with. It was after four a.m. and traffic was light. After a few minutes the magic began to happen and tunnel vision set in. The lights blurred and trailed. A vortex appeared before him and a green light emanated from within and enveloped the last fringes of reality until until time continuity was no longer linear and was subjective. He drove forward still, to enter the vortex, to journey to the beyond. A beautiful angellic apparition faded into view.
"I will take you beyond the night, to the city comprised of stars"
The road ahead transformed into a dazzling array of streaking neon lasers. It changed colour in time to the beat and then sloped down and entered a tunnel. Everything was now outlined in neon, it was as if the world were made of neon signs.
"Only love can guide our flight, nobody can take this dream its ours"
There was a lull in the music for a moment, then it built up and broke loose in a furious beat. Alex shifted into high gear and floored the gas pedal. Now the neon lasers were warping out from the center of his peripheral vision in a spiral pattern and the speedometer climbed to speeds in excess of 100 miles per hour. Sirens began to echo somewhere far off.
"Nobody can stop us now, we'll fly on the wings of fantasy" The music reverberated and pulsed in the back of his mind. It was no longer in the car alone, but in his mind and the very depths of his being. Soon geometric shapes began to pop into view and he swerved to avoid them, narrowly missing a trapezoid, that veered off to the right and collided with the neon perimeter. In the rearview mirror there was an explosion of pixelated smiley faces and the sirens began to get louder. Seconds later, three flashing octagons came into view and the dial on the speedometer hit 140 and the odometer redlined at 7000 rpms. He was pushing his car which was now in his mind a kind of space ship to its limit. The surroundings began to shake and vibrate and the music continued.
"Do you want to live forever, we'll become one with the stars"
The road ahead was full of stationary shapes. Squares, triangles, circles, trapezoids, and pentagons. They were stopped and there wasn't anyway to avoid them. Alex slammed on his brakes. The brake light on the dash flashed on as the smell of burning breaks filled the cockpit and a horrible screeching noise pervaded the music as the neon hallucination began to spin. The last thing Alex saw before the dream ended was a giant pentagon and then an explosion of huge laughing pixelated smileyfaces of extraordinary colour.
"Game over" He thought as the power button of his life was switched to the off position. This ride was a brilliant and beauitul neon memory that was very short term, but the end result was eternal.
Neon Memory
Alex Macwilliams popped the pill into his mouth as the music pulsed and thumped in the background and the night flew by at seventy miles per hour. The rave was over with. It was after four a.m. and traffic was light. After a few minutes the magic began to happen and tunnel vision set in. The lights blurred and trailed. A vortex appeared before him and a green light emanated from within and enveloped the last fringes of reality until until time continuity was no longer linear and was subjective. He drove forward still, to enter the vortex, to journey to the beyond. A beautiful angellic apparition faded into view.
"I will take you beyond the night, to the city comprised of stars"
The road ahead transformed into a dazzling array of streaking neon lasers. It changed colour in time to the beat and then sloped down and entered a tunnel. Everything was now outlined in neon, it was as if the world were made of neon signs.
"Only love can guide our flight, nobody can take this dream its ours"
There was a lull in the music for a moment, then it built up and broke loose in a furious beat. Alex shifted into high gear and floored the gas pedal. Now the neon lasers were warping out from the center of his peripheral vision in a spiral pattern and the speedometer climbed to speeds in excess of 100 miles per hour. Sirens began to echo somewhere far off.
"Nobody can stop us now, we'll fly on the wings of fantasy" The music reverberated and pulsed in the back of his mind. It was no longer in the car alone, but in his mind and the very depths of his being. Soon geometric shapes began to pop into view and he swerved to avoid them, narrowly missing a trapezoid, that veered off to the right and collided with the neon perimeter. In the rearview mirror there was an explosion of pixelated smiley faces and the sirens began to get louder. Seconds later, three flashing octagons came into view and the dial on the speedometer hit 140 and the odometer redlined at 7000 rpms. He was pushing his car which was now in his mind a kind of space ship to its limit. The surroundings began to shake and vibrate and the music continued.
"Do you want to live forever, we'll become one with the stars"
The road ahead was full of stationary shapes. Squares, triangles, circles, trapezoids, and pentagons. They were stopped and there wasn't anyway to avoid them. Alex slammed on his brakes. The brake light on the dash flashed on as the smell of burning breaks filled the cockpit and a horrible screeching noise pervaded the music as the neon hallucination began to spin. The last thing Alex saw before the dream ended was a giant pentagon and then an explosion of huge laughing pixelated smileyfaces of extraordinary colour.
"Game over" He thought as the power button of his life was switched to the off position. This ride was a brilliant and beauitul neon memory that was very short term, but the end result was eternal.