Kanonfutter
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- Aug 2, 2005
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I'll have wine. A bottle of red, something that would not be considered a waste if it just was drunk.
Really feeling weird in the head tonight. Wife and kids are sleeping, and I have spent the last hour or so looking at the winamp visualisations in an otherwise totally darkened living room, stone cold sober. Can't decide if I should have a glass, write weird bits of statements in the hope that it turns out into a RPG adventure, or judt go to bed.
The music have come up with all kinds of half-formed visions. Death or glory. Mystic societies in modern times. Hell with the lakes of fire. Artifacts to be stolen and recovered. Sacrifices. Hot wastes, to be conquered by barbarian nomads. Afghanistan?
I don't need any chemicals to fly here. Sweet dreams to all.
Really feeling weird in the head tonight. Wife and kids are sleeping, and I have spent the last hour or so looking at the winamp visualisations in an otherwise totally darkened living room, stone cold sober. Can't decide if I should have a glass, write weird bits of statements in the hope that it turns out into a RPG adventure, or judt go to bed.
The music have come up with all kinds of half-formed visions. Death or glory. Mystic societies in modern times. Hell with the lakes of fire. Artifacts to be stolen and recovered. Sacrifices. Hot wastes, to be conquered by barbarian nomads. Afghanistan?
I don't need any chemicals to fly here. Sweet dreams to all.