{///[:;'~..."A hazy-dazy mix of crazy baby"...~';:])\\\}

Dear oh dear, why have I forgotten you, gezz? You used to mean so much to me. We used to hang out together and think about beautiful things...where has their beauty gone now? Since when did the closing of my eyes welcome the black pattern of nothing?

Since when was laughter only saught so that others might laugh as well? Since when was vanity among your traits?

How long until I see you again...till I can share your secret wisdom again...

Bout bloody time I wrote something huh? Sheesh I never thought myself not geeky enought to live without the internet. But lived I have since I have discovered food, uni and the many pretty girls that occupy uni with their empty faces. Aparently there's a guy there that looks like me...I think I've said that before...well anyway he managed to elude my acute senses for a semester so I might as well admit that I have gone crazy and live a double life where I am a spy acting as a uni student so I can gain access to the mysterious plant that lies at the top of UTS...actually I had a dream about that...I was in the elevator and everybody left and I was going to a higher level. Then the elevator stopped at some secret level which the lights had blown and the walls were bare stone. I looked out but stayed in the elevator. Then the door closed and I went to a higher level again. Still not the room that I wanted, it was another secret floor but this one was brightly lit with blue walls that reminisced of futuristic hospital decor. There was supposed to be a guard I presumed but I could see noone so I thought this will not happen again and jumped out. I walked through the corridors and up some stairs to another passageway with some doors. I heard people coming so I ran back to the elevator and hid behind some cargo boxes that were there. People in light blue shirts walked by and I snuck past into the elevator again. I pressed the ground floor and the doors closed. My heart was racing as I wasn't sure what the *#% was going on, then I cautiously peeked out the elevator doors which had openned once again on the stone-walled floor. I stepped out and noticed dark shadows moving, making melody with empty noises which would otherwise suggest that nothing was wrong at all. I stepped back into the elevator and that was that.

So if I was...or am...at all a secret agent with post-traumatic stress it would make sense that I would have freaky dreams...as it would if i was a crazy person who had a split personality disorder.

Anyway talking about elevators made me remember a thought that I had a few days back whilst on the toilet...or approaching the toilet anyways/.:

"Take the elevator and stop with everybody else. Take the stairs and stop where you will."

Another point for gerard in the scheme of great tallies. Well right now I am tired but I will be back soon to talk about FLCL, my band (and the album that I said that I would do) and how I am feeling a sudden loss of personality. All in a brief lapse of time. I hope people who used to comment here are well and able enough to see that I am back (yay), at least for the break at uni while I am not working. Neway I will try to check out ur blogs as well seeing as though conversation entails communication rather than posting and hopring people will read...hehe...

well bye for now...at least the now that you're reading this not the now that I am here.

xx=ciaoz