great lyrics.

Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
The kind you'd find on someone I could save
If they don't put me away
Well, it'll be a miracle

Do you believe you're missin' out
That everything good is happening somewhere else?
But with nobody in your bed
The night's hard to get through

And I will die all alone
And when I arrive I won't know anyone

Well, Jesus Christ, I'm alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
'cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend.

Well, Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die,
I'm a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?

Do I divide and fall apart?
'cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark
And the ship went down in sight of land
And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands

I know you're coming in the night like a thief
But I've had some time, O Lord, to hone my lying technique
I know you think that I'm someone you can trust
But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up

So do you think that we could work out a sign
So I'll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try

I know you're coming for the people like me
But we all got wood and nails
And we turn out hate in factories
We all got wood and nails
And we turn out hate in factories
We all got wood and nails
And we sleep inside of this machine

dreaming...

I had one night of good dreams... last night was not it. I had a dream that I was at the funeral for Greg Senn--the kid they found in the lake in rapids. His coffin was cracked open and you could smell his decaying body.
wtf.

wtf dream continues....

so again, for your consideration.. this will lay the ground work of my dream



so after watching this.. picture instead of the balls of electricity coming down from the skies, they are ghost-like arkangels who are quickly flying toward earth and hit the ground with a ferocious pounding sound. They then glide calmly among the panicked mob of people running from them... ever so gently and lightly brushing certain people's shoulders with their long skinny fingers and those people burn up and evaporate into dust.
They were being damned to hell. I was spared and was the only one not running around screaming/being zapped.

Nightmares 2 - Peaceful night sleep nil.

On a lighter side:
There's freedom in letting go. Freedom in accepting what is truly in your heart, not what it wants--what it needs. A sense of calm/sadness/misery/contentment all in one. A time when all you can do is close your eyes, let the breeze run over your face and through your hair, and just be.

trazodone-nia dreamin'

For your consideration:

This is what I watched with my little brother yesterday.
Enter on the scene 1 trazodone of unknown MG.
Off to dreamland...

These gloves were 2 feet tall each and slashing random people to ribbons. There was bone fragments, hair, skin and meat.. screaming and blood running everywhere...

And out of fucking nowhere, who makes a guest appearance?

This scary bastard... feeding america? nope...eating america. He showed up and started eating these peoples' remains and shitting out hamburger helper entree...

Waking from sleep....

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