...death becomes clear through bloodshot eyes...

Song of the Day: "Angel's Thanatos" - Akira Yamaoka

Quill: I appreciate your interpretation. I was thinking about those things, but wasn't able to piece some things together. And you're right, the Indiana Jones thing was pretty cool.

Fuckbeans: I understand. It's one thing when I just think about it here or there, but when I dream about it too, it really does bother me.

There must be something in the beer here.

Dream sequence: I'm on my way to Susan's apartment. She's having some sort of party. As I arrive, she's walking out the door. Apparently, she's getting ready to leave. Then Hizzy, Nick and Nate show up and all pile into my car, not leaving any room for me to get in. So I end up going off on my own.

Somehow I end up in some motel room with a bunch of people that I don't know. I wanna say Vince is there, but I can't really decipher his face. There are some women there, and I figure them for hookers, but I don't ask. I end up getting talked into having sex with one of them, but after a few seconds I realize I'm fucking a bicycle pump. I look over and the girl I'm supposed to be fucking is on the phone, booking her next "appointment". So, needless to say, I stop humping the metal object. Apparently, everyone feels sorry for me, so they all let out a big "Aww..."

End sequence.

I'm not so sure what that one was supposed to mean. I don't think there's an interpretation for that.

Anyway, I've got a demo here in about an hour, so I've gotta get cleaned up and stuff. See you later.