12.10.10

Now today is more of what I'd like to see. Cold? Yes, but full of sunshine, and really not all that cold once you spend some time outside.

Today's Horoscope: The skyscrapers from within downtown this morning shone very beautifully in the morning mist. It is what I imagine whenever someone mentions St. Augustine's City of God. One could argue that this is why I never actually understood that book; too much of that philosophy and no lengthy descriptions of a really cool city. (With really cool buildings and shit, ya know?)

I had the most fucked up dream. I dreamt that I was on this beach, kinda like the beach at Mount Baldy. First one Pontiac came out from the ocean, and then a multitude, and I saw from a high vantage a fleet of Pontiac's driving up and down the beach. I followed them to a turnoff where one rogue Pontiac crashed into a nearby gas station. The man in the Pontiac (lookin' like Charles Manson)got out and started killing this trucker, eventually chaining him to his truck's hood. The Manson guy hit a button and the guy's truck started to rise up to the awning of the gas station, and I was terrified because this poor trucker was about to get pancaked, so I attacked the Manson dude and started fucking him up with my hands, eventually throwing him into the trucks cabin. Manson then tried to stab me but I bested him and took his knife, and when I stabbed Manson I saw he was enjoying it so I stopped. I locked him in the truck and booked it to try and find something I could bash his head in with, but I made it to this barn, and I started to climb up this barn, and I was wearing these sweet leather gloves, and then some Ariel Pink song started playing, and then I looked down and I was waaaaay the fuck up, and I had to take off one of these gloves to hang on for dear life, and there was this really pretty sunshine streaming through all the hay and pitchforks and stuff, and then I woke up because my dumbass set an alarm for 7am.