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lundi 16 juillet 2012
Philly + NYC Summer 2012 Sampler
Watermelon soju + babymill practice in bed + rainy Brooklyn bridge + new Nike cortezes = this clip
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samedi 14 avril 2012
lundi 2 janvier 2012
Just had a dream within a dream
In the second level of dreaming, I’m watching CCTV4 cooking programming in my living room, but from my periphery I spot my ex-girlfriend with a katana. I am not fearful - for the LORD my God is with me - annddd my house apparently has an electric fence. I text her to say that the Zhang office is closed, it’s a federal holiday.
I wake up from that level, still in the living room, and realized I “subconsciously” texted her in this level so I’m kinda dealing with the subsequent (excrement)storm. Pretty difficult to explain but I think you get it.
I finally wake up to real life, passed out in my work clothes on the living room couch. Much laughter ensues :D
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dimanche 20 juin 2010
Scary dream
I enter a hotel room, regal white curtains pulling Marylin Monroe skirt phase action over a breathtaking view of jungle canopies. I'm pretty tired so I head towards the bed. Pulling up the covers, I'm surprised to find a serpent-eyed man with a pale complexion lying there staring straight back. He says, "Hi, I'm Jesus the Messiah." Apparently, I'm too tired to pay him any heed so I slip under and close my eyes.
Then the guy starts tickling me and in my head I go, "Aw hell no." I try to jab my heel into his gut, but before I know it he's on top of me, pinning my arms on both sides. I flash kick up his chin and dart down to the main lobby. He's beaten me there, blocking the revolving door!
I call for my friend, "Pontius Pilate!" A Chinese who looks like Roy Mustang from Full Metal Alchemist appears to my side, and at the snap of his fingers, lights Jesus on fire to char beyond recognition.
This is proof I need a Savior.
Then the guy starts tickling me and in my head I go, "Aw hell no." I try to jab my heel into his gut, but before I know it he's on top of me, pinning my arms on both sides. I flash kick up his chin and dart down to the main lobby. He's beaten me there, blocking the revolving door!
I call for my friend, "Pontius Pilate!" A Chinese who looks like Roy Mustang from Full Metal Alchemist appears to my side, and at the snap of his fingers, lights Jesus on fire to char beyond recognition.
This is proof I need a Savior.
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