" you a dreamer?" he asked."I haven't seen too many of you around lately.Things have been tough lately for dreamers.They say dreaming's dead, that no one does it anymore. It's not dead. It's just that it's been forgotten. Removed from our language. Nobody teaches it, so no one knows it exists. The dreamer is banished to obscurity. I'm trying to change all that, and I hope you are too. By dreaming every day. Dreaming with our hands and dreaming with our minds. Our planet is facing the greatest problems it's ever faced. Ever. So whatever you do, don't be bored. This is absolutely the most exciting time we could have possibly hoped to be alive. And things are just starting."
originally written in the fall of 2005today i've had a cold feeling in my stomach since i woke this morning, i feel as though i may have died but am not sure, my dreams haunt me now showing me images of a past long forgotten, truth is the i 've become a very bitter and twisted person. i know my health has gone to shit, i can barely breathe as it is.i've begun to hate life, most days i feel i would rather be dead than feel dead....... most daysi've turned my back on all things that were once important to me.... loved ones, friends ,family , faith.all i know is that i've been in a dark place for far too long and need someone to pull me out of it. but the truth is that no one has the guts to venture through the darkness and terror to where i am...............so they don't bother.its been very depressing for me the past couple of days, the once angels that at once point freed me have become devils, tearing my life away, i should have made my peace with god, but he's never brought me anything but torment, so i passed on the idea of being one of his followers.you were right about me.......i live for vindication.but i'm only as vindictive as you are sadistic.my eyes are gray and my head is a mess, i haven't slept in days, i'm bloodshot for sure now. I look to my wrists splintered by the razorblade on the sinks edge to know whether or not i'm alive. the black clouds of my own blood circles the rusted drain as i feel a release from my day to day life. truth is i still feel her through my veins, speaking to me, making my eyes darker than they usually are. but for some reason i was not allowed to die, i couldn't even kill myself the way i had wanted to.....................what makes me so different?the sharp edge never lies, it holds a dark truth only experienced by those with nothing to lose..... or those who don't care whether or not they do lose it.
IF YOURE LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD YOUR SOUNDTRACK BE?
OPEN YOUR MUSIC PLAYER, AND PUT IT ON SHUFFLE, AND THE FIRST SONG THAT COMES UP IS THE FIRST ONE, AND SO FORTH
poster of a girl -metric
a walk on the wild side Velvet underground
First Day of School:
When Doves Cry baz lurman
Falling in Love:
Let's Get Fucked Up Smut Peddler
Smooth Criminal Alien Ant Farm
A Certain Shade of Green Incubus
Along Comes Mary Bloodhound Gang
coldwar Death From Above 1979
You are Fading The Editors
Getting Back Together:
Love Train Wolfmother
Be Still My Heart The Postal Service
Birth of Child:
Zombie The Cranberries
technologic Daft Punk
The Dumbing Down Of Love Frou Frou
A zombie is an undead person in the Afro-Caribbean spiritual belief system of Vodoun (otherwise known as Voo-Doo in America). These folkloric zombies are humans who have had their "Ti Bon Ange" or soul stolen by supernatural means and shamanic medicine, and are forced to work for their "zombie master" as uncomplaining slaves on isolated plantations. Other more macabre versions of zombies have become a staple of modern horror fiction, where they usually engage in human cannibalism.
Zombies in vodou
According to the tenets of Vodoun, a dead person can be revived by a bokor or black magician. Zombies remain under the control of the bokor since they have no will of their own. "Zombi" is also another name of the voodoo snake god Damballah Wedo, of Niger-Congo origin; it is akin to the Kongo word nzambi, which means "god."
In 1937, while researching folklore in Haiti, Zora Neale Hurston encountered the case of Felicia Felix-Mentor, who had died and been buried in 1907 at the age of 29. Villagers believed they saw Felicia wandering the streets in a daze thirty years after her death, as well as claiming the same with several other people. Hurston pursued rumours that the affected persons were given powerful drugs, but she was unable to locate individuals willing to offer much information. She wrote:
- "What is more, if science ever gets to the bottom of Vodou in Haiti and Africa, it will be found that some important medical secrets, still unknown to medical science, give it its power, rather than gestures of ceremony." 
Several decades later, Wade Davis, a Canadian ethnobotanist, presented a pharmacological case for zombies in two books - The Serpent and the Rainbow (1985) and Passage of Darkness: The Ethnobiology of the Haitian Zombie (1988). Davis travelled to Haiti in 1982 and, as a result of his investigations, claimed that a living person can be turned into a zombie by two special powders being entered into the blood stream (usually via a wound). The first, coup de poudre (French: 'powder strike'), induced a 'death-like' state because of tetrodotoxin (TTX), its key ingredient. Tetrodotoxin is the same lethal toxin found in the Japanese delicacy fugu, or pufferfish. At near-lethal doses (LD50 of 1mg), it can leave a person in a state of near-death for several days, while the person continues to be conscious. The second powder, dissociative hallucinogens like datura, put the person in a zombie-like state where they seem to have no will of their own. Davis also popularized the story of Clairvius Narcisse, who was claimed to have succumbed to this practice. There remains considerable skepticism about Davis's claims, and opinions remain divided as to the veracity of his work, although there is wide recognition among the Haitian people of the existence of the "zombi drug". The voudo religion being somewhat secretive in its practices and codes, it can be very difficult for a foreign scientist to validate or invalidate such claims, so it could very well be left to the popular knowledge.
Others have discussed the contribution of the victim's own belief-system, possibly leading to compliance with the attacker's will, causing quasi-hysterical amnesia, catatonia, or other psychological disorders, which are later misinterpreted as a return from the dead. Scottish psychiatrist R. D. Laing further highlighted the link between social and cultural expectations and compulsion, in the context of schizophrenia and other mental illness, suggesting that schizogenesis may account for some of the psychological aspects of zombification
Zombies in folklore
In the Middle Ages, it was commonly believed that the souls of the dead could return to earth and haunt the living. The belief in revenants (someone who has returned from the dead) are well documented by contemporary European writers of the time. According to the Encyclopedia of Things that Never Were, particularly in France during the Middle Ages, the revenant rises from the dead usually to avenge some crime committed against the entity, most likely a murder. The revenant usually took on the form of an emaciated corpse or skeletal human figure, and wandered around graveyards at night. The "draugr" of medieval Norse mythology were also believed to be the corpses of warriors returned from the dead to attack the living. The zombie appears in several other cultures worldwide, including China, Japan, the Pacific, India, and the Native Americans.