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alright...my birthday is old news now, but i'll say that it was alot of fun. partied with bombshell and papa again, which was great. i met a few kids that used to be around here, and they were cool. unfortunatly i didn't get to spend my holiday with my girl, my boys wandered off at some point and there were alot of people i didn't get in touch with that i should have, but...you know...things move fast and then i was hung over. sorry. maybe next time.

so this is more interesting...

i had a very intense dream this morning. i was completely transfixed with this bizarre antique machine that was in a window of an old shop. it had this presence about it. beautiful and alluring, but vaguely oppressive. i was stared at it, like it was miles away, trying to know it. i can actually picture it in my mind... or at least in parts. it had brass wheels and gears and worn wooden handles. it had a series of hammers and it printed two paper ribbons. one of numbers and the other of occult symbols. it created magick spells. in the dream i was in two places at once. in front of the shop window, and in a cellar. i was with some other people and they were panicked. they were preparing for a massive storm that was brewing as a result of whatever i was projecting into the machine.

it was a trip. i love waking up slightly terrified by my own imagination.