deathboy | headfuck

My head's in a weird place today.

Woke from a vivid dream that didn't stop feeling like it was more real that this life with my dayjob and my code for about two hours. Still feel strange.

In the dream, I was being hunted down my crazy screaming people driving a giant ED209 the size of a skyscraper, intent on killing me for some past misdeed, and drank poison to kill myself before they reached me.

Felt accutely how much better I deal with and closer I feel to things than people.

The only people that didn't want me gone were machines.

Hey, do flies breath?

In other news, Rico was fucking fantastic. Their live set actually makes the album pale a little as there's so much more screaming, twitching, abrasive energy to the live set.

Frank came good for us, introduced us to John Fryer, who's produced pretty much everything in the world including Pretty Hate Machine by NIN and Doubt by Jesus Jones, plus tonnes of early 4AD stuff. Most of which I didn't realise at the time, so looked like a complete dick. Still, he took a CD and gave us a business card. Seemed like a pretty fucking cool guy. I only pray me and jase didn't come across too bad. For once, jase had had a few too many and I'd had a few too few.

Finally got to say a brief hello to Rico, whom also had a CD off us. Frank said if he puts Rico on, which he hopes to (I assume this hinges on Rico wanting to do it), he'll definitely get us in to support.

Which would blow my tiny little mind.

Right. Now I return to bad physics models of lavalamps for phones I despise.

I preferred the dream.