What is wrong with my mind?: A Post Dedicated to the... Interesting Thoughts of Lizz

Well... I haven't been remembering many dreams lately, odd for me; I usually remember them every night, and they're usually pretty long. What I have retained are bits and pieces, and the only actual fragment that I remember is lying on the floor in my old Social Studies teacher's classroom and some fat chick dissed my earrings. Though I do remember a few odd sentences that went through my head while I was falling asleep... I don't know what made me remember them, but they're certainly strange:
1.) I'm gonna turn pud into a raisinpage! [Yes, raisinpage is all one word.] and
2.) You've gone from rotting legs to Mexican books!
Where does all this shit come from, you know? My subconscious can't be that weird... can it?

Another detail of my happy insanity: my preoccupation with glitter. It's everywhere, I swear! It just follows me in particular. It's usually gold [I stepped on a gold sequined hat awhile back and it was like POOF.]

May the Force be with you.

Echo and the Bunnymen/ The Killing Moon

Just a cool video. And a cool song. :)

Random words from various sources...

Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you'll take me
Up in your arms
Too late to beg you or cancel it
Though I know it must be the killing time
Unwillingly mine
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him

Nothing? Nothing? Nothing? Nothing, tra-la-la?

Yes! Alrighty then.

When all the lights go down
This dirty desert town
Is theater in the round
With stars instead of a crowd

My little China girl
You shouldn't mess with me
I'll ruin everything you are
You know, I'll give you television
I'll give you eyes of blue
I'll give you a man who wants to rule the world

Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man, wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best-selling show
Is there life on Mars?

Home is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home
She lifted up her wings
I guess that this must be the place
And I can't tell one from another
Did I find you or you find me?
And there was a time
Before we were born
If someone asks, this is where I'll be
Where I'll be

He narrowed his eyes into what are known in the Shouting and Killing People trade as "cold slits", the idea presumably to give your opponent the idea that you are having difficulty staying awake or have lost your glasses. Why this is frightening is a yet unresolved problem.

Nobody knows anyone. Strangers come and violate you. Strangers come and cut your heart out. Strangers come and take your blood.

Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style
Ain't got no girl to make you smile
Don't worry
Be happy

I'm not going down on my knees begging you to adore me
Can't you see it's misery and torture for me?
Now I misunderstood
Try as hard as you can, I've tried as hard as I could
To make you see
How important it is for me

And it sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks until it goes away
And the truth is we don't know anything

Even the on darkest nights when empty promise means empty hand
Soldiers coming home like shadows turning red
When the lights of hope are fading quickly, then look to me
I'll be your homing angel, I'll be in your head

Should I kiss the viper's fangs
Or herald loud the death of man?
I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought
And I ain't got the power anymore

Soup? Who said soup? Cream of chicken...

You remind me of the babe
What babe?
The babe with the power
What power?
The power of voodoo
Who do?
You do!
Do what?
Remind me of the babe!

But I like these shoes!

Berries and cream, berries and cream!

Forget your mind and you'll be free

And I've been putting out fire with gasoline

And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk

Dammit, I missed it!

A future can!

Pamel... pamel...

You killed Ted, you medieval dickweed!

YOU'RE SO STUPID!!!

Oy, y'mmum!

Oy pussaw...

I got mass communication
I'm the human corporation
I ate a rock from the moon

You can kick it, you can poke it
Woo! I think you broke it
Ha! What about that?

The Bob tune! *Taylor jams to Bob tune*

This is the new poopy...

Particle Man, Particle Man
Doing the things that a particle can
What's he like?, it's not important
Particle Man
Triangle Man, Triangle Man
Triangle Man hates Particle Man
They have a fight, triangle wins
Triangle Man

And I see hosehead here making a coffee sandwich...

Do you remember a guy that's been
In such an early song?
I heard a rumour from Ground Control
Oh no, don't say it's true
They got a message from the action man:
I'm happy, hope you're happy too
I've loved all that needed love
Sordid details following
The shrieking of nothing is killing
Just pictures of Japgirls in synthesis, and I
Ain't got no money and I ain't got no hair
Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know Major Tom's a junky
Strung out in heavens high
Hitting an all-time low

Tea gives you fuzzy teeth.

There's a picture opposite me
Of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free
Though I respect that a lot
I'd be fired if that were my job
After killing Jason off and countless screaming Argonauts

I hear voices but there's no one there
You speak to me in another language
Computer says it's a binary code
It's such a pity I can't understand it

Holy crap, it's magic!

We'll be the pirate twins again
Europa
Oh my country
Europa
I'll stand beside you in the rain
Europa
Ta republique
Europa

I've never seen purple underwear before...

Good heavens, Ms. Sacramoto, you're beautiful!

End of our summer
Your body weightless
In condensation, my heart learned to swim
And the feeling
Was gone again

Gas station everywhere
Not one drop to fill me

Ohh
Up every evening 'bout half eight or nine
I give my complete attention to a very good friend of mine
He's quadraphonic, he's a, he's got more channels
So hologramic, oh my T V C one five

It's not the side-effects of the cocaine
I'm thinking that it must be love



THE END.