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The Cat Piano

Posted in Fun Stuff, Movie Reviews, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on September 15, 2009 by Sahkmet

The Cat Piano.

This animated short deserves it’s many awards. Like noir and styled animation of anthropomorphic cats singing and adventure? Or you don’t even have to like all of the following. Just enjoy, because I did, and it’s definitely of the amazing merit.

The Cat Piano.

My Old Handwritten Dream Diary

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 30, 2009 by Sahkmet

Dreams from the past.

Whilst rearranging my drawers of my bedstands, I found my old draconic-looking notebook. Inside I kept track of a few important dreams of mine from yonder, hand-written by a sloppy dark pen.

My most important dream ever was recorded here.

Dream Feburary 1, 2006. Grandma’s house overnight.

I was passing strange creatures in cloudy wodded areas. Then, I saw things along with a realisitic Grim Reaper, enter a labyrinth. I saw the top, and the reaper left.

I seemed to be wearing blue. I entered the pathway and watched myself walk to a doorway. I then had realizied that I was to decode the wall and get into the tomb to save the last of the humans. Then there was a time limit. It seemed like a game, to decode. I had to find clues in a book of altered Shakesphere plays. One was about a boy starting a choir. Then, Death was slowly coming to me in the maze. The dream skipped the opening of the door, and walked into the hallway into the ivy tomb. I saw images of people rejoicing and thanking the Lord and me for saving them.

Then, the time was up. I had done the mission, but then Death appeared. My name was not in the book of death and I answered, ‘Why have you come?’ He answered ‘Because I want to.’ Suddenly a scream was heard, and what seemed to be my dad with the people burst into the tomb.

Everywhere, blood and guts were splattered. There, the blood was my blood. I had died a needless gorey death. All that was left on an alter was a sipke of thing wood and the shredded red muscle meat of my body, piked in a quivering pile.

Death was on trial. The people had my remains on a funeraly pyre, and they were booing and crying out at the evil of Death. Death had wanted to kill me, and succedded. Death lied that he felt sorry for killing me. He then left the crying people, and suddenly Death was bound with wires. He yelled in fear, as if the Gods would punish him, but there was a thick fat vile man, creating more evil to Death’s bones. Then, Death made a vile, hearty echoing laugh of evil, and his laugh of triumph carried off as the scene rose up into the blue misty evening sky through a valley, at the sound of violins. Then I woke up at 4:15 AM.

I believe the terrifle thing showed my sacrifice for the good to live. But my sacrifice was in vain.

Well wans’t that delightful?

Now for I recorded the earliest dream I remembered. 1995?

I had created flower people and a pansy-flower girl looked like a holland dutch girl with shoes, bonnet and dress. She was a princess fairy, and she stumbled unto a bee’s nest in the maple tree by our driveway. Then she fell into a pit dug by Mr. Beetle of “Thumbelina”. He then sounded like a song we heard in our childhood about a Jamacian tax man. He was gambling at a table dishing out cards with the girl behind him tied up, and she was dressed in rags.

Another early dream from a stay up north, maybe less or a year more after that one.

Captain Hook was at the end of a multi-colored lane in the dining hall and kitchen up North. He was urging us to go on it and lead to him.

(Note: My grandma’s house was the only time we could watch Peter Pan.)

This one was much later. I think maybe 2005, 06.

Another dream was weird. A large, dark aviary took up the entire large family room up North. I went out of it, and it had budgies in it. I went into the kitchen to find a red carpetted hallway that was tall and went really way down. The cieling was high and I ran down it. I came across a room where there was an orchestra rehearsal in the yellow lighted room. My brother and sister were tumbling about further down the hallway in the distance.

As it’s written, “Still another”.

I was a white bat and I was trying to fly over a mini highway in the garden with the ice cream cones. Then, a person grabbed my ankle and tried to pull me back, but I won and went into the swamp to a lake. When the bat awoke, I was in a boat on the tall Wall at the end of our yard, still being hunted by the person.

This was the last dream entry of the book.

I hope you’ve enjoyed the little peek into my childhood subconcious. Early on my dreams were mostly set at my grandmothers….but from that last one, more and more till this very day it deals with my front and back yard, down the street left and right and the wonderland hidden in the Wall.

Godly Cartoon Smite. Dream 6-8-09.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 8, 2009 by Sahkmet

Dream 6-8-09.

I was in my house. My family was too. I went into the driveway, hearing thunder in the distance. As I strolled about the front yard I realized that today, around the world, was the re-enactment of the plaques Moses did to Egypt! I headed inside and was frightened, for I always am when cosmic anomalies arise. My siblings and family throughout the house were in wonder and foreboding terror as the sun quickly set and darkness, like a blanket move in on the evening sky in one wave. All was dark save the moon, yellow, dripping.

I was chatting with Andi my friend, and she was reporting the same thing at her home. But it was on the news this was not related to the bible: there were aliens, going about incinerating. For in the distance in the sky and the loud sound of thunder and ominous loud things, it was a swarm of alien ships coming closer, and closer, dead on in our direction on my street. I typed ‘bye’ to Andi and prepared to make my family run, run, run while they can.

They did not listen, instead to hide in the basement and face this threat. I warned the house could be incinerated by the fire, but no, they did no move. I watched as the aliens busted through with space ships and warriors through the gate of our street the neighbors were bracing. One of them the commander had possessed a body of a man and was in our house, gloating in a distorted voice our deaths and agonies.

When he went into another room I ran outside. Deep into the backyard, through the trees on the left of our large yard, into the neighbor’s bushy undergrowth and climbed over the layers of walls. I new I had to reach safty, where ever it was. I remembered several dreams and I knew, just knew, there was a world beyond where I could escape.

I was the walls. Leaping up and unto I knew I had passed into the realm of the fantasy. I crawled through the layer maze of holes in the upper wall in the blue sky, encountering creatures and Mr. Nowhere man, pools of water, finally…

I had reached the department store! People demented and dressed elegantly, and I flew over them towards the next room to the right. There were terraces *all this was obviously indoor and enclosed* and people in normal clothing from the 1800’s.  I flew over them, smiling.

I soon came to another room festooned with light and a cartoon boardwalk of brick, floating in a the shallow water. There were plants and jungle stuff, and a room by the dividing wall. I went inside and saw satyr people, devils and Jesus having sex. I was suddenly put inside one of their heads in an orgy, fucking one another as a goat man. Soon I flew out of the head, and continued walking my journey past the twisted room of the sexual satyrs. People were walking by me, from all sorts of rooms. People, children, satyrs, the 18000’s people, cartoon creations, etc. But I felt watched.

Soon I encounterd a long counter top dividing me.  I leaped over and discovered on the other side of the countertop was chips and onion rings roasting in an oven. I was certainly so glad after having a gay sexual escapade fucking Jesus with Satan. For there to my front was a recreation of Mackinac island, this dimly lit swimming pool and fountain. As I waded in and out of the cold water to go towards the light around it, I felt watched.

Watched by a mix of Count Olaf, Dr. Who’s face and wearing a pink and white pinstripe vaudeville suit. He was on a porch looking above, and I left to the left.

There was a general store and restaurant, and looking out I saw the sky! I went to there, and there was a jungle! Green and lush! And lo and behold a tourist large viking boat boarding passengers. I however went closer to the light *realizing that the jungle would lead back to the swamp next to my yard, back to reality* and walks on the wooden floating plank dock and towards the edge. There I saw the source of true sunlight in all this enclosure: a bubble window overlooking the destroyed Detroit city of reality.

So I determined, I must live here to be safe from the outside world I went into the general store of the people and cartoons where, the Candy Man *as I called him* was there! He smiled and started to grab and chase me! I went through the fountain, over the countertop in his pursuit, through the brick boardwalk and thought I lost him admits the throngs of the Satyrs.  I thought.

I knew I must escape back into reality, for I would be endlessly pursued by the horny Candy Man. I went back to the large bubble window, towering over me. Tot he left were the wishing rooms.

One room was for the random wishes of treasure. Another for the random wishes of life-positions of power. And another, the random wishes to go home! so I went in, the Candy Man watching…I was granted and walked down underneath the tent…crawled…

And ended up under the stair case of a college. there I saw my sister, happy and alive at college!

But alas I felt compelled and took her along to show her around. There I back tracked, showed her the chips, the Mackinac Island water park, the general store and ended where I described the cartoon bricks of the Satyr room.

And then I saw the Candy Man standing there clutching his bamboo hooked cane.

And then, I had awoken. Loosing my fantasy world.

………..

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 14, 2009 by Sahkmet

My parents lost all their jobs.

If there is no hope and money, I may be living with my siblings at grandma’s house with no internet.

Other than that, me and my brother and sister don’t know my parent’s plans if they don’t get jobs and enough income to make the house payment next month.

If…if it comes to worse…my dad could be working somewhere in another city out of Michigan sending money home.

If worse……I would be sent off to live with my aunt, who has her own teenager, in California. Imagine that, myself from the midwest all my life, my home at the Detroit art museum, fine weather….my…my house, my PRIVACY, my familiar surroundings just…just taken away and I would be transplanted to the state of dreams. But at least I wouldn’t be alone. I would be with cousins I’ve never really got to truly know. Aunt Margo is awesome.

I’m mainly worried about how my dad’s health will degrade with each agonizing day. It doesn’t show much physically, but it will hit him. Hard.

And then, all my toys from my childhood and my items and belongings…moving from out of this house would be horrible. My Megablocks toys I loved might be left behind. Even Barbie. We could accidentally leave behind important works. And what about the piano?  Our home is small and our garage is packed. We’re a family of five with a retarded dog, a fat rabbit, fish tank *which we’re going to sell some of the fish. A few are worth around $30-200* and a lonely parakeet. I guess, eh, I feel safe at least that we could send most of our stored toys *which will be passed to my own kids* divided up with both of my grandmothers.

I can deal with sacrifice of food. No fancy ice cream. I have enough clothes and outfits for different business, casual, job and concert occasions. As soon as I can drive by myself, I can try and apply for a job.

My sister is doing way better. My parents had a talk with her, and also the talk was about sex. I think she knows better now. You see, her social-life behavior is more reasonable if she was 16 and more trustworthy…not a wild jailbait 13 year old. And now that we’re conserving money I hope she’ll take it well and not be so wild and bratty.

……other than that, yeah, there’s going to be very emotional and dark art coming round the cornor. Along with the feeling of hopelessness as I distract myself with movies and Youtube.

TWITTER

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on March 18, 2009 by Sahkmet

For all you Twitter-heads out there.

Oh, yes, I also have a Twitter. I only use it though to feel happy reading updates from The Ellen Show and some other similar junk like that when I log on it every 3 days. 😛

Also enjoy the Catina Band jazz number from Star Wars on harp!

Gift Video!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 17, 2009 by Sahkmet

Thank you, Andi!

My dear friend Andi, who has her own sister-blog made a video with lots of Draculas and the ASP song ME. Dracula’s include Rixhard Roxburgh, Louis Jourdan, Christopher Lee, Gary Oldman, and Frank Langella. For you Dracula/vampire fans, watch their films. All are very sexy in their own ways.

Hello world!

Posted in Uncategorized on March 14, 2009 by Sahkmet

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