A Winter's Tale
Yeah, so. I just watched The Ring. Not a bad movie. Some parts succeeded in sending chills throughout my body.
But what really freaked me out about the movie was the as soon as I changed the channel as soon as the movie was over:
MY FUCKING PHONE RANG!
Yes. And this was at 3:45 in the fucking morning!
So I answer it, and they hang up. I don't even know who it was. I suppose I should *69 it or something.
Yeah, and now i'm listening to Black Sabbath's scariest song, appropriately titled "Black Sabbath".
Of course, I have nothing to worry about. Half of North America aren't mysteriously dead, are they?
Still, WHO THE FUCK CALLS PEOPLE AT 3:45 IN THE FUCKING MORNING!
On a different sort of entertaining note, I believe I have found another twin. We have concluded that Alana and myself were twins separated at birth (or something like that). We are so undissimilar it's almost sick. Or maybe we're both the same version of some genetic project and our respective parents are two sets of parents who agreed to accept this project.
Or it could mean that manufactured culture has crept into the society of disenfranchised individuals. Like a virus it spreads, and we are two unwitting hosts to a plague created to destroy everything that lives and replace it with a society of motorized packages of meat with numbers instead of names. I wouldn't be surprised.
Is it possible that true individuality has already been destroyed? Is it possible that we've been manipulated since the first of us came down from the trees?
Is it possible that we are nothing? That we all are already dead?
Maybe I should sleep cause I'm starting to scare myself. Or maybe I should put on some Thrice instead of Black Sabbath.
But what really freaked me out about the movie was the as soon as I changed the channel as soon as the movie was over:
MY FUCKING PHONE RANG!
Yes. And this was at 3:45 in the fucking morning!
So I answer it, and they hang up. I don't even know who it was. I suppose I should *69 it or something.
Yeah, and now i'm listening to Black Sabbath's scariest song, appropriately titled "Black Sabbath".
Of course, I have nothing to worry about. Half of North America aren't mysteriously dead, are they?
Still, WHO THE FUCK CALLS PEOPLE AT 3:45 IN THE FUCKING MORNING!
On a different sort of entertaining note, I believe I have found another twin. We have concluded that Alana and myself were twins separated at birth (or something like that). We are so undissimilar it's almost sick. Or maybe we're both the same version of some genetic project and our respective parents are two sets of parents who agreed to accept this project.
Or it could mean that manufactured culture has crept into the society of disenfranchised individuals. Like a virus it spreads, and we are two unwitting hosts to a plague created to destroy everything that lives and replace it with a society of motorized packages of meat with numbers instead of names. I wouldn't be surprised.
Is it possible that true individuality has already been destroyed? Is it possible that we've been manipulated since the first of us came down from the trees?
Is it possible that we are nothing? That we all are already dead?
Maybe I should sleep cause I'm starting to scare myself. Or maybe I should put on some Thrice instead of Black Sabbath.