fire_of_avalon

Last night I had one giant clustersmurf dream divided into four different sections. All were death themed, in one way or another.

In the first dream my great grandma, who's been dead for 8 years, said she needed me to take her and my sister to the elementary school to pick up a neighbor kid. But the only way I could take her was by putting her in this sling thinger made of leaves and branches. It was kind of like those double barrel water-carriers you see in movies and stuff. ...

And I could make you hate me so much. So so so much.

If life were fair, I'd just stay drunk all the time. But I have to be sober so I can... do... uh... something.

Right now I am totally listening to the Marshall Tucker Band and there's nothing you can do to stop it.

I think a lot of my anger stems from the fact that at one point in time I was borderline talented at something. And then that went all to trout so now I use my brain for bitterness when ...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZ5JUwY65NY The original.

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/37959347/The...ie%20Thumb.mp3 Foa-tized.

You're welcome.