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1. this is a public service announcement in regards to the film repo! the genetic opera. the ever-so-darling ~briannamal reccommended it to me, and god, do i love her for it.

it's basically about the world in 2056. there's a pandemic of organ failures, but luckily, a company called geneco is a savior and offers organ transplants to those who needed them. however, people who miss their organ payments are sought for organ 'repossessions' by repo men. surgery is basically a fashion statement, people get hooked on painkillers, and murder is pretty much okay... how does that not sound appealing?

i suck at summarizing... i promise that it really is far more interesting than i made it sound. and the music is quite nice. i downloaded the entire soundtrack. shifty eyes.

so, uh, go watch it! now! it's free online at zshare!

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2. i am in quite the strange mood. not in the right state of mind for my usual 'un-serious' journal, but rather, i'd care to ramble about... things?

i had a nightmare this past evening that i cannot seem to describe, which troubles me. as complex as most of my subconscious's concoctions are, this one was beyond my grasp... it was so disjointed and unclear, yet still made sense as it happened. i am also having issues with the fact that i can only recall bits and pieces of it, since i can literally remember almost every dream i've had (at least for long enough to record them detail-for-detail in a journal).

but this one... i don't know. it left my mind reeling and feeling quite morbid, even more so than usual. there was a man with his intestines ripped out, and an alleyway with navy streetlamps, and a hollowed-out tree, and still-smoking cigarettes, and so much more, but i honestly don't know how to put it into words. and there was blood. so much blood. (there always is, there always is. never do i have a crimson-free dream.)

i wonder when the day will come that i will have a dream that doesn't involve such darkness. i don't think i've ever had a good dream. ever. even as a child, my sleeping eyes flashed with horrible images.

thank goodness 'nightmares' will be my ap concentration for art this upcoming school year. i will certainly not run out of ideas.

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3. sometimes i wonder how many other people in the world lie in bed thinking of terrible ways to die, or torturous ways to kill someone. and i'm not talking, like, stabbing someone with a rusty butter knife... i'm talking smashing someone's cheek against one of those lunchmeat slicers, you know, those ones that cut the meat really thin, and then slivering their face off bit by bit. and then perhaps making them into a nice sandwich. with oregano, possibly salt and pepper as well. and blood sauce.

this journal entry makes me sound like such a nicely disturbed little girl. please disregard my macabre blathering.

(and p.s., i hate those fucking 'mood' smileys. is there a way to get rid of them? other than my desired methods, such as burning their throats with battery acid?)

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