yawn…done with school now on to more school

so sick, goinging ot have a hell of a hang over

damn it , cant find a good lsat prep class.

listening to boris tonight. Japanese psyc-eodk

movin in direction

look i love vampires and horror flicks ( or loved) but they have been beaten to death

after seeing the way a subculture i grew up wit, loved and lived by has been whored out i just want to put on a tie cover the tats and say fuckit! Does anything mean anything to anyone any more? ok, I’lll admit im of a bit of a soap box today but fuck you i earned it ! i mean when i grew up hardcore meant something , there were morals to it, though sometimes puritanical and over zealos they were there, now I dont know anymore. If i have to see one more coked out hipster co-opting a culture for the sake of it, well lets just say it wont be pretty. I would like to pose another question at what point did the world turn neon? So in conclusion I quit

I don’t know why but this idea has been seeping into my subconscious and exposing it’s self through a series of dreams. It has been very odd it seems to be acting as a wake up call about being comfortable and complacent and just settling. Cheesy I know

as of late i have begun to count my life in days and in Styrofoam cups of stale coffee and folding chairs. oh the joy of it.

it was a relatively cool night by Miami standards which is not really much, all it does say it was breathable. normally im not a fan of the ocean or moats for that matter. sure they are great to look at but i never really did trust the sea but there i was , i some how found my self adrift leaning on a polished brass and wood rail watching the coastline lazily pass by. this serenity was interrupted by a falling sensation it took only a moment to realize breathing was increasingly difficult. i was being enveloped by the cold suffocating embrace of the sea and its blue blackness. drowning is not the quite peaceful sensation you would picture it being. Just as the black fog began to creep over my vision leaving just a pinhole of light ready to be snuffed out at any moment i feel a grip around my collar and a dragging sensation. a sensation of being lifted out of the darkness.

as the fog begins to clear and my senses return to me i fell the crush of sand undermy body and the clawing of the surf at my legs as if the sea was scorned at the thought of being robbed of this body. as my visions begins to clear i see a figure desending out of the fog standing over me. he looks eirily familliare. dark features dark hair shaggy facial hair and dark pits where the eyes should have except there was a slight red hughe  in the blackness of the pitss i could only assume to be eyes. the only words that i could sputter out where the first words that came to mind as cliche is as they sounded ” you saved my life” to which the dark figure responded  “i know” . for some inexplicable reason this very short exchange unnearved me i just could not figure out why. but however much this exchange made me feel i was unprepared for what came next. in typical generic vcitem fasion i said “you saved my life” stating the almost aboviouse ” how could i ever repay you” to which the dark figure wraped in shadow responded  “i have an idea” to which i responded “anythin” he said ” good” and turned on his heel and started off away from me  down the shore line………. never leaving foot prints. As soon as he faded from view i was jolted to my senses waking on the floor of my room surrounded by amber bottles  with white tops with the sinking feeling and a question floation around in my head…..what had i done.