The other day I received a religious e-mail from someone talking about being turned away at heavens gates for not believing in the Christian god. Now, she knows I am atheist, and I know that she is not a Christian per se, so I am not really sure why she sent it to me (maybe just looking for an atheists take on it)? At any rate, it ended with this question:
IF SOMEONE HAD A GUN HELD IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE, AND ASKED YOU IF YOU BELIEVED IN GOD, WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
SAY NO AND FEEL ASHAMED THE REST OF YOUR LIFE?
OR SAY YES, I DO, AND DIE
STANDING UP FOR GOD?
Here is how I responded:
I would say no, I do not believe in god or jesus, but I would not feel shame for the rest of my life. Where is the shame in thinking rationally? In requiring proof before believing in fairy tale stories that for 2000 years have absolutely not one shred of evidence to back them up, only hearsay from people who all believe the same thing and are too afraid to question for the truth lest they be cast into hell. Do you realize that 2000 years ago, when Christianity was rising, the general masses had no concept of science or rational thought to explain events in their lives? They would have believed anything the priests told them - they had no means of finding out the truth for themselves, the majority were even illiterate! We now have these options, and I choose to use rational thought and science to explain events in my life. There is nothing to fear in death, your biological brain simply stops and your "self" ends with it. I am not afraid of going to hell, I actually find some amusement in the concept. What I find most amusing is that Christians will tell you that God loves you but you will go to hell if you don’t believe, even though he doesn’t give you any sort of proof of his existence. That email illustrates my point perfectly. You may have spent your lifetime doing good unto others, but if you don’t believe in god, all bets are off and you’re going to hell!!! What kind of "loving father" would send his children to hell for not believing when HE did not offer any sort of evidence? What makes disbelief such a big sin that it matters more than how you actually behave in your life, the choices you make, the good or bad that you do? It is such a sin because without belief, the priests have no control over you - therefore if they tell you that you are going to hell if you don’t believe, you will believe and obey, even if you believe for no other reason than fear of hell. However, if you do NOT believe, the priests lose their ability to control you, you begin to think and question and suddenly your questioning things like slavery, societal status, government, equality, human rights. I think Christianity actually disgusts me more than any other religion because it is rife with hypocrisy and violence. Why do you think they call the dark ages the "dark" ages? It was a low point in the evolution of human society, where fear and demons and ghosts lurked around every corner, the masses were uneducated, and the priests were in control. That is what happens when religion is in control. Did you know that Leonardo DaVinci, who was one of the driving forces of the Renaissance (which pulled us out of the dark ages in the 1500's), and is still considered a genius, did not believe in god? Albert Einstein may have believed in an orderly universe with a creator, but he also did not believe in Christianity or Judaism (Einstein was actually a Jew). Many of our founding fathers, such as Ben Franklin, also did not believe in any god (were atheist), and that was their purpose of making this country free of religion.
Now, while I personally do not believe in any sort of Gods or Demons and have never seen any sort of evidence for them, I will not hold someone’s religion against them. In this country people are free to believe what they will, that is everyone’s prerogative. I don't think there is anything that could give me any sort of belief in any religion so I will leave you with one last thought on the subject of religion - throughout time, when humans have believed in a god or gods, they are convinced that their god is real, he really exists. But what makes the Christian god more real than the roman or Greek gods? What makes him more real than the Hindu gods? I propose that there is no difference, each is only as real as the other, and further, I concur with Carl Sagan that God is the creation of Man, rather than Man being the creation of God.
Wednesday, August 27, 2003
Sunday, August 03, 2003
Recent Dream - last week or the week before.
I remember merely fragments until this point – vague memory of throwing a party in the house we are fixing up and about to move into, a strange attic accessible by moving a board in the ceiling and hopping down, a car with a sunroof pulls up outside, and a few other fragments of more feeling than memory. Then, my mom, timothy, and myself are going to watch the fireworks. We enter a hilly park as night is falling, and search for someplace to lay our blanket and sit. The hill we are on is huge and a clearing – surrounded by trees. There is but one level area and it is occupied by a man and his son. The boy tells his father that he needs to poop, and the man tells his son to go right where he is. The boy squats and diarrhea explodes out of his ass. After dumping this package, the boy and his father are driven off of the level area by the stench of the kid’s shit. My mom, Timothy, and I arrive at this level spot and lay our blanket down directly centered on the boy’s smelly package. It is squished, and shit oozes into the spaces between the fibers of the blanket. In the center of the blanket there is now a brown spot. We lift it, disgustedly ponder moving, and decide to just avoid that part of the blanket. The fireworks start and with the 3rd explosion, suddenly it is daylight and we are leaving the fireworks show. We cheer loudly, stand, and leaving the blanket behind, hike to the woods. A short walk through the woods and we are on some kind of logging road, next to a few acres of clear-cut forest planted with grass, fenced into 3 different pastures containing horses. As we walk I see Fatima. I call to her, but we don’t really have time to stop. I tell them this is where I've been boarding Fatima. I see a man walking toward Fatima’s pasture leading a solid black, huge 16.2hh non-Foundation Quarter Horse stud, built downhill and with a larger rump than front end. As the man brings the stud into Fatimas pasture I scream at the top of my lungs, “GET THAT STUD AWAY FROM MY MARE!!!!!” I run over and the man stutters apologetically something about not knowing it was my mare but thinking they would be a great match and wanting to breed the two. I woke up flabbergasted.
I remember merely fragments until this point – vague memory of throwing a party in the house we are fixing up and about to move into, a strange attic accessible by moving a board in the ceiling and hopping down, a car with a sunroof pulls up outside, and a few other fragments of more feeling than memory. Then, my mom, timothy, and myself are going to watch the fireworks. We enter a hilly park as night is falling, and search for someplace to lay our blanket and sit. The hill we are on is huge and a clearing – surrounded by trees. There is but one level area and it is occupied by a man and his son. The boy tells his father that he needs to poop, and the man tells his son to go right where he is. The boy squats and diarrhea explodes out of his ass. After dumping this package, the boy and his father are driven off of the level area by the stench of the kid’s shit. My mom, Timothy, and I arrive at this level spot and lay our blanket down directly centered on the boy’s smelly package. It is squished, and shit oozes into the spaces between the fibers of the blanket. In the center of the blanket there is now a brown spot. We lift it, disgustedly ponder moving, and decide to just avoid that part of the blanket. The fireworks start and with the 3rd explosion, suddenly it is daylight and we are leaving the fireworks show. We cheer loudly, stand, and leaving the blanket behind, hike to the woods. A short walk through the woods and we are on some kind of logging road, next to a few acres of clear-cut forest planted with grass, fenced into 3 different pastures containing horses. As we walk I see Fatima. I call to her, but we don’t really have time to stop. I tell them this is where I've been boarding Fatima. I see a man walking toward Fatima’s pasture leading a solid black, huge 16.2hh non-Foundation Quarter Horse stud, built downhill and with a larger rump than front end. As the man brings the stud into Fatimas pasture I scream at the top of my lungs, “GET THAT STUD AWAY FROM MY MARE!!!!!” I run over and the man stutters apologetically something about not knowing it was my mare but thinking they would be a great match and wanting to breed the two. I woke up flabbergasted.
Saturday, July 26, 2003
Printed in Portland Mercury - unedited version:
I find your lighthearted article on drunk driving to be rather disturbing, especially in light of the recent drunk driving deaths in the area. Drunk driving is a serious issue - according to the MADD website, 18,000 are killed every year in the USA, in alcohol related crashes. Anyone who would drive after drinking is seriously lacking in intelligence, education, or both. For Ms. Skinner and her friends, and those like them, I suspect it is the former. I am of the same age and assumed education level (through public high school at least), and though I have already outgrown the idiotic "drunk is fun" mentality, I had plenty of opportunities to drive drunk in the past. Opportunities that were never taken because not only did I realize at an early age that vehicles can easily become killing machines, but the subject of the dangers of drunk driving was also covered numerous times at school, and public schools no less! Ms. Skinner portrays herself as being more concerned with keeping her status of cool with her friends than actually educating her friends and helping prevent further drunk driving deaths. When will people realize that the decisions made often not only affect yourself but also the innocent passersby, who's family and friends then will have to live with the choice that you have forced on them by taking away their loved one. Come on people, it doesnt take a rocket scientist to figure the equation of drunk driver + 1300lb of steel, metal, and glass = STUPID! Everyone seems to think "it won't happen to me, it only happens to other people." YOU are those "other people," and you ARE NOT invincible! So please, before getting behind the wheel after throwing back a few, consider the possible consequences of your action - an innocent life taken, the effects of such on their family and friends, and the effect on yourself of having to complete your life knowing that your selfish actions had irrevocably stolen anothers. Think of your mother, sister, brother, father, your best friend, your lover, your husband or wife, and how it would affect you if they were killed by a drunk driver, or how they would be affected were you killed by a drunk driver. Think of others for once, instead of just thinking of yourself and your selfish impulses. And remember, it could just as easily be YOU mowed down by that drunk driver!
Rachael Albright
I find your lighthearted article on drunk driving to be rather disturbing, especially in light of the recent drunk driving deaths in the area. Drunk driving is a serious issue - according to the MADD website, 18,000 are killed every year in the USA, in alcohol related crashes. Anyone who would drive after drinking is seriously lacking in intelligence, education, or both. For Ms. Skinner and her friends, and those like them, I suspect it is the former. I am of the same age and assumed education level (through public high school at least), and though I have already outgrown the idiotic "drunk is fun" mentality, I had plenty of opportunities to drive drunk in the past. Opportunities that were never taken because not only did I realize at an early age that vehicles can easily become killing machines, but the subject of the dangers of drunk driving was also covered numerous times at school, and public schools no less! Ms. Skinner portrays herself as being more concerned with keeping her status of cool with her friends than actually educating her friends and helping prevent further drunk driving deaths. When will people realize that the decisions made often not only affect yourself but also the innocent passersby, who's family and friends then will have to live with the choice that you have forced on them by taking away their loved one. Come on people, it doesnt take a rocket scientist to figure the equation of drunk driver + 1300lb of steel, metal, and glass = STUPID! Everyone seems to think "it won't happen to me, it only happens to other people." YOU are those "other people," and you ARE NOT invincible! So please, before getting behind the wheel after throwing back a few, consider the possible consequences of your action - an innocent life taken, the effects of such on their family and friends, and the effect on yourself of having to complete your life knowing that your selfish actions had irrevocably stolen anothers. Think of your mother, sister, brother, father, your best friend, your lover, your husband or wife, and how it would affect you if they were killed by a drunk driver, or how they would be affected were you killed by a drunk driver. Think of others for once, instead of just thinking of yourself and your selfish impulses. And remember, it could just as easily be YOU mowed down by that drunk driver!
Rachael Albright
Sunday, July 06, 2003
Tuesday, June 03, 2003
progressive.
thats what i am.
i think humanity can take itself so far if we only get the chance to do right by each other and ourselves,
but first and foremost we MUST do right by each other.
even in the consitution it says that the purpose of the constitution is, in part, to promote the general welfare of its citizens. america is going backwards. those social programs and rights that we, the american people, have fought so hard for in the past are now being snatched away by this christo-fanatic right wing government that bought its way into office.
i find it so disturbing
i mean, do they REALLY represent the majority? if so, the future of human kind is not looking very promising.
thats what i am.
i think humanity can take itself so far if we only get the chance to do right by each other and ourselves,
but first and foremost we MUST do right by each other.
even in the consitution it says that the purpose of the constitution is, in part, to promote the general welfare of its citizens. america is going backwards. those social programs and rights that we, the american people, have fought so hard for in the past are now being snatched away by this christo-fanatic right wing government that bought its way into office.
i find it so disturbing
i mean, do they REALLY represent the majority? if so, the future of human kind is not looking very promising.
Friday, May 30, 2003
OH. MY. I cant belive this is real. It's really real. This is happening, right now. Our civil liberties are being stripped away as our economy goes down the shitter. The national debt is going up, as well as unemployment, and the money lining the pockets of our leaders, who also happen to be coroporate heads and/or in corporate beds. The rich getting richer, the poor and needy get less and less. Meanwhile, the corporations are also busy destroying our enviroment while the government destroys our relations with other countries and our national security. The kicker? Most Amercians don't give a shit! They are too busy watching reality (HA!!) television, eating Mcdonalds, attempting to mate, and sleeping through their empty lives to be bothered with the thought.
This is so sick.
This is so sick.
Tuesday, May 13, 2003
On Friday night, as I was driving on my scooter to Menche’s house, I was hit by a station wagon. At the intersection of 33rd and NE Sandy, I was going straight, the car that hit me was facing me, going the opposite direction, and she made a left turn directly into me. The car hit right under where I sit. A few inches forward and I would probably still be in the hospital. My scooter fell on its right side, my left leg caught under it, and we slid a few feet. As I was trying to push the heaviest part of my scooter off my leg to free myself, a woman came running up and lifted my bike off of me. A man arrived immediately after and they both helped me to the side of the road. I thought the woman helping me was the person who hit me, but she wasn’t – she had however seen the entire accident. The man called 911 and the woman helped me get comfortable. My ankle was badly burned by the asphalt, and there was a possibility it was broken. MY left hand was tingling, and my arm felt pretty weird from my elbow to my fingertips. I think that I caught much of my weight on my left arm when I hit the ground. As we were waiting for the police and ambulance, the woman who hit me started to drive off! She came back though and parked on the side of the road. She didn’t come over until well after the police arrived, and immediately went up to the officer and said it wasn’t her fault. He told her that he didn’t care to hear who’s fault it was, he was here to get insurance information. As I sat on the concrete sidewalk, my scooter leaning against a telephone pole, I thought about riding again and felt none of the pleasure it used to bring me, I felt only fear. I loved riding my scooter, but I don’t think I will again. I called Timothy and told him I had been hit. I asked him to call Menche and have him take me to the hospital. I did not want to have to pay for an ambulance ride in case I end up being the one to pay for the medical bills. I have never previously been in an accident and was not positive who would be paying for the medical. Ambulances are expensive, and I do not have health insurance. The medics stuffed a cardboard splint with paper, then taped it to my leg. They carried me to Menches truck, which my scooter had already been loaded into. I looked into the back at my scooter and realized it is probably totaled.
I really do not know how the lady didn’t see me. I am paranoid about being hit, so wear an orange vest with yellow reflective strips. I was facing her, with my headlight shining in her direction. The scooter has plenty of reflectors, and I also put extra reflective tape along the sides of the floor. She still somehow didn’t see me and turned right into me! IF she had been watching in the direction she was driving the car, she should have seen me RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER! If she wasn’t watching where she was driving the car, she shouldn’t be behind the wheel.
Menche took me to OHSU because it is close to my apartment and I figured I would probably need a cab to get home. They took me in and put me on a bed in a room. I waited, and waited, and waited. A doctor came in and asked what happened, I told him. He asked if I wanted any pain pills. I said no thanks. He left without cleaning or putting ointment on my wound. I waited some more. Another doctor came in, poked and prodded me, said it didn’t look broken but we would get x-rays just to be sure. I waited some more, gradually was taken to the x-ray room, then taken back to my room after the x-rays were taken. There I waited some more. Then waited a little bit longer. Eventually the doctor came in and said he checked the x-rays and it looked okay, but we needed to wait for the official word from the radiologist. He left and I waited some more. Eventually some nurses came in, and a student nurse cleaned and dressed my wound. Then they checked me out. My ankle was pretty painful to walk on, so they gave me some crutches. I didn’t get out of the hospital until around midnight. To get home, I had to call a cab. On the way home, I was telling the cabbie about the vest that I wear while riding and he asked if I ride with a partner. I said yes as Tim and I are often riding together, and he said he sees us all the time riding around on our scooters and has often thought that we are smart for wearing those bright reflective vests.
The next morning, the husband of the lady who hit me called. He said he wanted to make sure I was okay, and he has kids my age so was pretty worried when his wife told him there’d been an accident and a 22 year old woman was hurt. I wasn’t really sure what to say, but talked to him for a little while. He wants to take Tim and I out for coffee or dinner or something. That would be pretty uncomfortable I think.
Around about noon on Saturday, my muscles started to get sore. They got worse and worse, and by the end of the day, every muscle in my body ached. It even hurt to cough and sneeze. I felt like my whole body had just been pummeled. The pain increased until I went to bed that night.
The next morning when I woke, I was so stiff and sore I could barely move. The hot shower felt great, and helped loosen me up quite a bit. We went to Menche’s house for another day of yard sale-ing. Guess who showed up? Yeup, the lady who hit me. She didn’t recognize me, and I didn’t say anything. What could I possibly say? “Thanks for running over me Friday night?” I was pretty sore all day, though towards the end of the night my legs and arms were starting to feel better.
On Mondays, usually I go riding with my mom. I was unable to go riding on Monday because my ankle is too stiff and weak. I didn’t think it was a good idea to be putting that much pressure on my ankle so soon after what happened anyhow, not to mention the fact that walking is still rather painful. Besides my ankle, my back and sides are still so sore that I wouldn’t want to be over exerting myself on horseback. It takes a lot of muscles to really ride, rather than just be a passive passenger sitting on a horse. I spent the day taking care of this accident business. I had to go file a report at the DMV, as well as get in touch with a lawyer and my insurance agent. I also gave a statement to my insurance company. I found out that the woman who hit me filed a claim against my insurance company, saying that my lights weren’t on and that I was in dark clothes. I guess she forgot there were a couple witnesses as well as some police officers that arrived on the scene. Not to mention the fact that the lights on Yamaha Vinos cannot be turned off (they turn on and off with the engine). Of course, I also was wearing my bright orange vest with yellow reflective tape, which I absolutely never ride without. The witnesses and police officer even commented on the vest! I cant believe the nerve of this woman. First she runs over me, then she tries to pin the blame on me. Next thing you know she’ll be asking to come over and pour salt on my slowly healing asphalt burn.
Well, I am finishing this up on Tuesday, after starting it on Monday. I am still sore today, and my back, neck, and shoulders in particular. Timothy gave me a massage around noon because my neck and shoulder are extremely knotted. My neck feels constantly like it needs to pop, and sometimes when I turn my head to the left, it cracks loudly. The left side of my neck muscles seem really stiff, in addition to the tightness on the right side of my neck and shoulder. Every muscle in my back, upper back in particular, and my sides, are still aching. It really does suck. I was feeling so good before the accident. I had been doing a lot of jogging with my boyfriend (in fact was looking forward to jogging on Friday night, but of course that never happened), my back and shoulders were feeling good, and my endurance was also really kicking into gear – the last time I jogged, I did about a mile and a half!
I really do not know how the lady didn’t see me. I am paranoid about being hit, so wear an orange vest with yellow reflective strips. I was facing her, with my headlight shining in her direction. The scooter has plenty of reflectors, and I also put extra reflective tape along the sides of the floor. She still somehow didn’t see me and turned right into me! IF she had been watching in the direction she was driving the car, she should have seen me RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER! If she wasn’t watching where she was driving the car, she shouldn’t be behind the wheel.
Menche took me to OHSU because it is close to my apartment and I figured I would probably need a cab to get home. They took me in and put me on a bed in a room. I waited, and waited, and waited. A doctor came in and asked what happened, I told him. He asked if I wanted any pain pills. I said no thanks. He left without cleaning or putting ointment on my wound. I waited some more. Another doctor came in, poked and prodded me, said it didn’t look broken but we would get x-rays just to be sure. I waited some more, gradually was taken to the x-ray room, then taken back to my room after the x-rays were taken. There I waited some more. Then waited a little bit longer. Eventually the doctor came in and said he checked the x-rays and it looked okay, but we needed to wait for the official word from the radiologist. He left and I waited some more. Eventually some nurses came in, and a student nurse cleaned and dressed my wound. Then they checked me out. My ankle was pretty painful to walk on, so they gave me some crutches. I didn’t get out of the hospital until around midnight. To get home, I had to call a cab. On the way home, I was telling the cabbie about the vest that I wear while riding and he asked if I ride with a partner. I said yes as Tim and I are often riding together, and he said he sees us all the time riding around on our scooters and has often thought that we are smart for wearing those bright reflective vests.
The next morning, the husband of the lady who hit me called. He said he wanted to make sure I was okay, and he has kids my age so was pretty worried when his wife told him there’d been an accident and a 22 year old woman was hurt. I wasn’t really sure what to say, but talked to him for a little while. He wants to take Tim and I out for coffee or dinner or something. That would be pretty uncomfortable I think.
Around about noon on Saturday, my muscles started to get sore. They got worse and worse, and by the end of the day, every muscle in my body ached. It even hurt to cough and sneeze. I felt like my whole body had just been pummeled. The pain increased until I went to bed that night.
The next morning when I woke, I was so stiff and sore I could barely move. The hot shower felt great, and helped loosen me up quite a bit. We went to Menche’s house for another day of yard sale-ing. Guess who showed up? Yeup, the lady who hit me. She didn’t recognize me, and I didn’t say anything. What could I possibly say? “Thanks for running over me Friday night?” I was pretty sore all day, though towards the end of the night my legs and arms were starting to feel better.
On Mondays, usually I go riding with my mom. I was unable to go riding on Monday because my ankle is too stiff and weak. I didn’t think it was a good idea to be putting that much pressure on my ankle so soon after what happened anyhow, not to mention the fact that walking is still rather painful. Besides my ankle, my back and sides are still so sore that I wouldn’t want to be over exerting myself on horseback. It takes a lot of muscles to really ride, rather than just be a passive passenger sitting on a horse. I spent the day taking care of this accident business. I had to go file a report at the DMV, as well as get in touch with a lawyer and my insurance agent. I also gave a statement to my insurance company. I found out that the woman who hit me filed a claim against my insurance company, saying that my lights weren’t on and that I was in dark clothes. I guess she forgot there were a couple witnesses as well as some police officers that arrived on the scene. Not to mention the fact that the lights on Yamaha Vinos cannot be turned off (they turn on and off with the engine). Of course, I also was wearing my bright orange vest with yellow reflective tape, which I absolutely never ride without. The witnesses and police officer even commented on the vest! I cant believe the nerve of this woman. First she runs over me, then she tries to pin the blame on me. Next thing you know she’ll be asking to come over and pour salt on my slowly healing asphalt burn.
Well, I am finishing this up on Tuesday, after starting it on Monday. I am still sore today, and my back, neck, and shoulders in particular. Timothy gave me a massage around noon because my neck and shoulder are extremely knotted. My neck feels constantly like it needs to pop, and sometimes when I turn my head to the left, it cracks loudly. The left side of my neck muscles seem really stiff, in addition to the tightness on the right side of my neck and shoulder. Every muscle in my back, upper back in particular, and my sides, are still aching. It really does suck. I was feeling so good before the accident. I had been doing a lot of jogging with my boyfriend (in fact was looking forward to jogging on Friday night, but of course that never happened), my back and shoulders were feeling good, and my endurance was also really kicking into gear – the last time I jogged, I did about a mile and a half!
Tuesday, May 06, 2003
ill start off from where I remember the dream from,
since starting from anytime before that is just
impossible.
So Tim and I are walking and scooting around Portland
neighborhoods. Im not wearing my scooter helmet, I am
wearing my horse riding helemt. We come upon a
miniature horse stud, tied near the sidewalk. We stop
and I pet him. He's adorable, dark chocolate brown
with some white overo markings. His owner, some
younger man, comes out and starts bitching that we are
going to give his little stud some disease by petting
him. I pointed out that if he doesnt want people
stopping and petting the little horse, he shouldnt tie
him on the sidewalk, and we leave. We come up to a
house, a white house with a door set below the sidewalk
so that you have to go down 5 stairs to reach it. On
either side of the stairs, thick vegetation darkens and
quiets the light and noise from the street, it is like
walking into another world. There are white columns at
either side of the entrance,creating a sort of covered
porch area, and the door itself is made of oak and
glass, with full length windows on either side. We
rush down the stairs and peek in - there is some kind
of an entrance hall made of white marble, with a curved
white marble starcase set back about 10 feet from the
door. Inside there is a man (who turns and looks at
us) talking to 3 adults and 1 child. I want to sing
and listen to my voice echo through the marble halls.
I reach for the door handle, realize Im about to walk
into someones home without permission, and turn away.
We keep wandering the city until we go into our home to
go to bed. I wake up and am hot, so go into the
bathroom and run a cold shower. As the cold water
rushes over my overheated body, I hear someone come in.
I open the shower curtain and my ex boyfriends mom
(Karen) is standing there. She asks why I am taking a
shower at 2 in the morning. I explain. She leaves.
Suddenly, Tim and I are in Vancouver BC with Audrye
Horn (of twin peaks). Her father Ben Horn is after us
- he wants to kill us because he had picked out some
music that he wanted Audrey to sing to, and she hated
it so brought it to timothy, who mastered it. So, Mr.
Horn catches Audrey and I and I am trying to plot our
escape, when in comes Mr. Horn demanding to know where
to find Timothy. He plays the two cd's he has, and
asks what the difference is. Audrey points out that
one is mastered, Ben says "A-HA!! TO THE STUDIO!! WE
WILL FIND HIM THERE!" Im going shit shit shit we gotta
get outta here and save timothy, audrey why the fuck
did you blab!!! we manage our daring escape out the
window and we are running through downtown Vancouver to get to Tims studio and warn him before mr. horn.
Unfortuantely, we all arrive at the same time and are
caught again. We are taken back to Ben Horns building,
timothy included. Audrey and I are once again
plotting to escape while timothy is being interrogated.
When the "guard" brings timothy back into the room
with us, we surprise him, hit him over the head, and
make a run for it. As we are running through downtown
again, making many left and right turns, trying to lose
our pursuers, Karen hands timothy a post it note with
instructions on where to go, she will help us escape.
He sticks it in his pocket, and, thinking we had lost
the pursuers, we slow to a walk. Suddenyl we see them
behind us, and we jump behind some bushes to hide, but
they had spotted us and quickly caught us. They take
us back to the building. This time we escape, we are
all alone with mr. horn, audrey hits him inthe head
repeatedly with a shovel. "I think hes dead" she said.
"I hated him anyways. Prick." We are once again
running, knowing now that we have killed the boss man,
they will be even more desperate to find us. Timothy
looks at the post it notekaren gave him last time we
escaped. we have one day to get on some kind of ferry,
and get to another country, where we will then find our
way to the meeting place and she will get us out of
there. Unfortunately, as we were riding on the ferry,
an announcement was made to "keep an eye out for a
young Englishman (we were on a boat full of irishmen),
mid twenties. This was timothy. timothy didnt hear
this announcement, however, I did and set out to find
him and warn him to stay in hiding. timothy was in a
rec room sort of area, with couches and video games and
a jukebox. Demons walk in and start shooting up the
place, throwing people around, looking for the
englishman, which of course they couldnt tell until
they heard the accent. The boat docks, Audrey is
caught by the demons. Timothy and I, who are now the
same person, go running down the ramp full speed ahead,
demons following. too bad we dont have any sort of
vehicle to get away in. We spy some motorcycles and
are considering just taking one, when up drives a light
blue vintage mini car ( I think it was a prinz)with a blonde driving. She tells tim/me to hop in and we do so, speeding away, demons on motorcycles hot on our tail. She starts talking to us, explaining where we will be going, and starts singing "are you the one that Ive been waiting for" in nick
caves voice, backed by the bad seeds. This being my
alarm, I am gradually and reluctantly brought back to
reality.
since starting from anytime before that is just
impossible.
So Tim and I are walking and scooting around Portland
neighborhoods. Im not wearing my scooter helmet, I am
wearing my horse riding helemt. We come upon a
miniature horse stud, tied near the sidewalk. We stop
and I pet him. He's adorable, dark chocolate brown
with some white overo markings. His owner, some
younger man, comes out and starts bitching that we are
going to give his little stud some disease by petting
him. I pointed out that if he doesnt want people
stopping and petting the little horse, he shouldnt tie
him on the sidewalk, and we leave. We come up to a
house, a white house with a door set below the sidewalk
so that you have to go down 5 stairs to reach it. On
either side of the stairs, thick vegetation darkens and
quiets the light and noise from the street, it is like
walking into another world. There are white columns at
either side of the entrance,creating a sort of covered
porch area, and the door itself is made of oak and
glass, with full length windows on either side. We
rush down the stairs and peek in - there is some kind
of an entrance hall made of white marble, with a curved
white marble starcase set back about 10 feet from the
door. Inside there is a man (who turns and looks at
us) talking to 3 adults and 1 child. I want to sing
and listen to my voice echo through the marble halls.
I reach for the door handle, realize Im about to walk
into someones home without permission, and turn away.
We keep wandering the city until we go into our home to
go to bed. I wake up and am hot, so go into the
bathroom and run a cold shower. As the cold water
rushes over my overheated body, I hear someone come in.
I open the shower curtain and my ex boyfriends mom
(Karen) is standing there. She asks why I am taking a
shower at 2 in the morning. I explain. She leaves.
Suddenly, Tim and I are in Vancouver BC with Audrye
Horn (of twin peaks). Her father Ben Horn is after us
- he wants to kill us because he had picked out some
music that he wanted Audrey to sing to, and she hated
it so brought it to timothy, who mastered it. So, Mr.
Horn catches Audrey and I and I am trying to plot our
escape, when in comes Mr. Horn demanding to know where
to find Timothy. He plays the two cd's he has, and
asks what the difference is. Audrey points out that
one is mastered, Ben says "A-HA!! TO THE STUDIO!! WE
WILL FIND HIM THERE!" Im going shit shit shit we gotta
get outta here and save timothy, audrey why the fuck
did you blab!!! we manage our daring escape out the
window and we are running through downtown Vancouver to get to Tims studio and warn him before mr. horn.
Unfortuantely, we all arrive at the same time and are
caught again. We are taken back to Ben Horns building,
timothy included. Audrey and I are once again
plotting to escape while timothy is being interrogated.
When the "guard" brings timothy back into the room
with us, we surprise him, hit him over the head, and
make a run for it. As we are running through downtown
again, making many left and right turns, trying to lose
our pursuers, Karen hands timothy a post it note with
instructions on where to go, she will help us escape.
He sticks it in his pocket, and, thinking we had lost
the pursuers, we slow to a walk. Suddenyl we see them
behind us, and we jump behind some bushes to hide, but
they had spotted us and quickly caught us. They take
us back to the building. This time we escape, we are
all alone with mr. horn, audrey hits him inthe head
repeatedly with a shovel. "I think hes dead" she said.
"I hated him anyways. Prick." We are once again
running, knowing now that we have killed the boss man,
they will be even more desperate to find us. Timothy
looks at the post it notekaren gave him last time we
escaped. we have one day to get on some kind of ferry,
and get to another country, where we will then find our
way to the meeting place and she will get us out of
there. Unfortunately, as we were riding on the ferry,
an announcement was made to "keep an eye out for a
young Englishman (we were on a boat full of irishmen),
mid twenties. This was timothy. timothy didnt hear
this announcement, however, I did and set out to find
him and warn him to stay in hiding. timothy was in a
rec room sort of area, with couches and video games and
a jukebox. Demons walk in and start shooting up the
place, throwing people around, looking for the
englishman, which of course they couldnt tell until
they heard the accent. The boat docks, Audrey is
caught by the demons. Timothy and I, who are now the
same person, go running down the ramp full speed ahead,
demons following. too bad we dont have any sort of
vehicle to get away in. We spy some motorcycles and
are considering just taking one, when up drives a light
blue vintage mini car ( I think it was a prinz)with a blonde driving. She tells tim/me to hop in and we do so, speeding away, demons on motorcycles hot on our tail. She starts talking to us, explaining where we will be going, and starts singing "are you the one that Ive been waiting for" in nick
caves voice, backed by the bad seeds. This being my
alarm, I am gradually and reluctantly brought back to
reality.
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