I know I made a list of things to write about next, but screw it. More important things have surfaced and it is my duty to prioritize. Sooooo I present you with: stuff.
DID. YOU. KNOW. therealshard.blogspot.vom, yes, VOM, FRICKING VOM NOT COM will bring you here too. Ok so its not just my blog, I wish it was, but like Teh Internetz auto corrects you. Do you know what that means?
Yes... it reads your frickin MINDS.
HAHA unintentional.
I think I've mentioned this before, my whole I Can Hear Voices phenomenon. Sometimes when I'm really damn super tired and really must sleep for the love of Pete (who's Pete?) but my macho/idiot mind-side kicks into turbo and I end up not sleeping, I go into this altered state of consciousness (I love my altered states of consciousness. They're so different) and hear voices everywhere/somewhere. BUT YESTERDAY. LAST NIGHT. Around 2am-ish, I was frickin' WOKEN UP. WOKEN UP. WOKEN UP BY A FRICKING VOICE. Sounded like my mom asking me if I didn't want anything to cover my eyes. Lengthy description:
I was sinking into a Sleep, I guess that's when your mind uncloses itself and that's when you are liberated from the constraints of Reality. Suddenly everything is possible and you aren't afraid to stare into the many other possibilities that you never knew existed. HWOW. So anyway I half dreamt half realized and half thought (I am one and a half man) (or you could add a 'percent' there and make a joke and laugh) I was checking my smses or sth, and when I was about to keep my phone I heard my mom's voice. At that point I kinda turned on my side, and that's where the dream blended with reality, seamless transition really. Or so I thought. Because while I Thought I was awake, I suddenly realized it was mfking hard to move, like sleep paralysis fo shizz. That's when I Struggled and WHOOSH broke out of my shell of Sleep and was in the exact position I thought I'd be in.
Oh and earlier I heard my father talking too but obviously not him cos I could hear him snoring in the other room, but the voice was like from behind me. Awesome.
My uncle says I'm confirm turning metro hahahaha. I thought I always was on the inside hahaha.
This I did which annoyed me thoroughly. I was innerly flusterdly unrestful. I asked one of my brothers to do something, and he was being Such. An. Ass. Taking his own sweet time and moving suuuuuper slowly, and you know WHAT, I almost started counting down. What got me really worked up is the fact that that's what I do @work as an instructor. And like freakkkkkkk AM I CHANGINGGGGGNOOOOOOOOO
I wanted to be really famous and be like internationally known and popular but I'm not sure anymore. I mean how will my kids grow up if their father has that kinda status. And why should people even know me, is that really important? I wanna change the world, but I can do that anonymously too. One of the silent forces driving the whole damn world towards the right direction. Many people are doing that already so maybe I'll just join em.
But dang it'd be nice to be famous.
BUT I think I'd rather not have that.
About kids again, I'll make sure my kids know what its like to suffer and to make tough choices and to have to work for what they want, so they won't grow up to be spoilt brats and so they'll be able to empathize with the less fortunate and be good people and we can all sit around a table and do good things and like, yaknow, move the world together. Haha move. What a choice of word.
Yes... it reads your frickin MINDS.
HAHA unintentional.
I think I've mentioned this before, my whole I Can Hear Voices phenomenon. Sometimes when I'm really damn super tired and really must sleep for the love of Pete (who's Pete?) but my macho/idiot mind-side kicks into turbo and I end up not sleeping, I go into this altered state of consciousness (I love my altered states of consciousness. They're so different) and hear voices everywhere/somewhere. BUT YESTERDAY. LAST NIGHT. Around 2am-ish, I was frickin' WOKEN UP. WOKEN UP. WOKEN UP BY A FRICKING VOICE. Sounded like my mom asking me if I didn't want anything to cover my eyes. Lengthy description:
I was sinking into a Sleep, I guess that's when your mind uncloses itself and that's when you are liberated from the constraints of Reality. Suddenly everything is possible and you aren't afraid to stare into the many other possibilities that you never knew existed. HWOW. So anyway I half dreamt half realized and half thought (I am one and a half man) (or you could add a 'percent' there and make a joke and laugh) I was checking my smses or sth, and when I was about to keep my phone I heard my mom's voice. At that point I kinda turned on my side, and that's where the dream blended with reality, seamless transition really. Or so I thought. Because while I Thought I was awake, I suddenly realized it was mfking hard to move, like sleep paralysis fo shizz. That's when I Struggled and WHOOSH broke out of my shell of Sleep and was in the exact position I thought I'd be in.
Oh and earlier I heard my father talking too but obviously not him cos I could hear him snoring in the other room, but the voice was like from behind me. Awesome.
My uncle says I'm confirm turning metro hahahaha. I thought I always was on the inside hahaha.
This I did which annoyed me thoroughly. I was innerly flusterdly unrestful. I asked one of my brothers to do something, and he was being Such. An. Ass. Taking his own sweet time and moving suuuuuper slowly, and you know WHAT, I almost started counting down. What got me really worked up is the fact that that's what I do @work as an instructor. And like freakkkkkkk AM I CHANGINGGGGGNOOOOOOOOO
I wanted to be really famous and be like internationally known and popular but I'm not sure anymore. I mean how will my kids grow up if their father has that kinda status. And why should people even know me, is that really important? I wanna change the world, but I can do that anonymously too. One of the silent forces driving the whole damn world towards the right direction. Many people are doing that already so maybe I'll just join em.
But dang it'd be nice to be famous.
BUT I think I'd rather not have that.
About kids again, I'll make sure my kids know what its like to suffer and to make tough choices and to have to work for what they want, so they won't grow up to be spoilt brats and so they'll be able to empathize with the less fortunate and be good people and we can all sit around a table and do good things and like, yaknow, move the world together. Haha move. What a choice of word.
Anyway I was feeling hardworking and decided to upload my alien post-mortem video and stuff, but my old phone ain't got no batt no more cos it ballooned so I threw it away. Now my card reader is hanging on me, so looks like its another 3 years before the video goes up.
In the meantime, other nonsense:
Whoops don't have my video converting software. Later then haha.
In the meantime, other nonsense:
Whoops don't have my video converting software. Later then haha.
The hose was having an...
Let's leave it at that cos I know you know, yaknow?
Let's leave it at that cos I know you know, yaknow?
This was taken about a week before I started my new medication I think.
Oh wait! I never had any medication!
That explains everything...
Btw the music just happened to be playing haha seriously.
Alien autopsy soon. Gotta figure a way of getting the file off my M2 card.
Say cheese for ice cream
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