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May. 14th, 2003 08:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aintbrokeOnce, I saw a car on fire.
It was in the middle of the road, in "fireball of doom" mode. Ten foot flames surrounded it (we measured the scorch marks afterwards, for posterity) and my first thought looking at it was this wrenching sense of panic and "I hope I don't have to rush in there to save someone."
It turned out that it had started gradually, and everyone was safely out before it had become dangerous. Bibi and I stood on her porch and watched it a while, I think we talked about destiny and fire, and how the two connected. (Or if they did.)
I think it's very good that people are still scared of some natural things. Nature is still a force to be reckoned with, and in this age of television, central heating and insulation from ourselves and each other, we need things to be afraid of.
I mention all this, because I just reread a few volumes of Sandman, and now I'm afraid of people. These are some seriously messed up visions of humanity displayed here, and I like to think the world is nice place. I've never been a fan of horror, and the night holds appeal to me only as another playground- not as something dark and full of hidden things.
Sandman reminds me of seeing the car on fire, because I feel guilty for admiring it aesthetically. The books are lovely, well colored, well drawn, and the writing is good. What I forget, in between readings, is what the books are about. The new volumes feature serial murder, rape, child abuse, suicide and a side of self-mutilation. I'm not quite sure how I want to deal with it, so I'm going to avoid it for the moment.
I'm sitting in the empty room of PB, the punk, who is homeward bound tonight. Saying goodbye is never really fun, and this is particularly hard because we're sort-of-but-maybe-not "breaking up" for the summer. Neither one of us is finished with whatever's between us, but it's rather it’s silly to pretend to be dating through the summer. He’s coming to the continent to visit his grandmother this summer, so I may overlap with him in France. (I say “may” because he’s on the other frigging side of the country from where I’ll be, and I might not want to spend that many hours on a train to see someone I’ll be seeing mid-August anyway.)
We’re sitting on the floor, eating cream of mushroom soup, cold, out of the can, with triscuits, because we can’t remember where we packed the bowls or spoons. I’m going to miss college, if for no other reason than the weird food combinations.
As my last hurrah for the school year, I’m going to perform a federal crime, and steal a road sign. I’ll let you know how it went.
It was in the middle of the road, in "fireball of doom" mode. Ten foot flames surrounded it (we measured the scorch marks afterwards, for posterity) and my first thought looking at it was this wrenching sense of panic and "I hope I don't have to rush in there to save someone."
It turned out that it had started gradually, and everyone was safely out before it had become dangerous. Bibi and I stood on her porch and watched it a while, I think we talked about destiny and fire, and how the two connected. (Or if they did.)
I think it's very good that people are still scared of some natural things. Nature is still a force to be reckoned with, and in this age of television, central heating and insulation from ourselves and each other, we need things to be afraid of.
I mention all this, because I just reread a few volumes of Sandman, and now I'm afraid of people. These are some seriously messed up visions of humanity displayed here, and I like to think the world is nice place. I've never been a fan of horror, and the night holds appeal to me only as another playground- not as something dark and full of hidden things.
Sandman reminds me of seeing the car on fire, because I feel guilty for admiring it aesthetically. The books are lovely, well colored, well drawn, and the writing is good. What I forget, in between readings, is what the books are about. The new volumes feature serial murder, rape, child abuse, suicide and a side of self-mutilation. I'm not quite sure how I want to deal with it, so I'm going to avoid it for the moment.
I'm sitting in the empty room of PB, the punk, who is homeward bound tonight. Saying goodbye is never really fun, and this is particularly hard because we're sort-of-but-maybe-not "breaking up" for the summer. Neither one of us is finished with whatever's between us, but it's rather it’s silly to pretend to be dating through the summer. He’s coming to the continent to visit his grandmother this summer, so I may overlap with him in France. (I say “may” because he’s on the other frigging side of the country from where I’ll be, and I might not want to spend that many hours on a train to see someone I’ll be seeing mid-August anyway.)
We’re sitting on the floor, eating cream of mushroom soup, cold, out of the can, with triscuits, because we can’t remember where we packed the bowls or spoons. I’m going to miss college, if for no other reason than the weird food combinations.
As my last hurrah for the school year, I’m going to perform a federal crime, and steal a road sign. I’ll let you know how it went.
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steal a sign that says "SWERVE TO AVOID JESUS"
Date: 2003-05-14 11:07 pm (UTC)i saw a childrens' video some million years ago, featuring this sandman that floated around town with a huge sack of sand. it looked like michael jackson x santa in a black claymation catsuit. and there was this little happy boy who stayed up past his bedtime to read a book, and it HOVERED OUTSIDE HIS WINDOW (i dislike hovering) and blew his windows open, the kid's screaming his ass off, and he gets turned into a rat. the last shot of the movie was the rat trying to hide under his book as the Sandman picked it up and tossed it in his sack, and floated off.
so yeah. Sandmen have scareh connections in mai pickled brain... but i still am amused by the concept of Candlejacks. because i used to watch Freakazoid! alot. >DDD
F! is the bomb diggity. :3
(and by the way... if you do find a sign that says that.. sCAN IT. SCANSCANSCANZZzzz.)
via con dios mi amiga!
Date: 2003-05-15 09:07 am (UTC)Re: via con dios mi amiga!
Date: 2003-05-15 09:45 pm (UTC)I'm going to see you in a little more than a week! WHOAH.