IO O OI

(6:38:30 PM) io: lol I asked dougie what games you could make money by entering tournaments in
(6:38:32 PM) io: and he said fellatio

For simplicity's sake, it's probably best to break down the outstanding issues relating to the Roswell crash into a couple of basic premises. Whatever it was that crashed at Roswell, odds are pretty good it wasn't a "weather balloon." There are three prevailing theories about what it actually was:

• In 1997, the Air Force released a torturous explanation of the Roswell crash that constitutes the most recent official word on the subject. According to this account, the object found on Brazel's farm was a balloon-based sensing device used to monitor the ongoing atom bomb tests in the vicinity. For reasons not entirely clear, the balloon was equipped with crash-test dummies, which the Air Force advanced as the explanation for reports of "alien bodies" found at the crash site.

• Some other sort of classified project crashed at Roswell in an incident so sensitive that it cannot be revealed 50 years later. Among the possibilities floated by various theorists: A Japanese attack balloon (think of the panic that would ensue if THAT was revealed), an Air Force prototype aircraft crash, a Russian prototype spy plane crash, etc., .etc. Bonus points if you can work some kind of balloon into any of the above.
• An actual alien spaceship crashed at Roswell, with living or deceased alien astronauts in and around the wreckage. Massive government cover-up known as Majestic-12 is founded to deal with this bombshell discovery. The wreckage and any living or dead aliens found on the scene are removed to a top secret facility such as Area 51, where they remain to this day.

While the latter theory does require a substantial leap of faith, it's worth noting that this is the same U.S. government that employed Antichrist wannabe Jack Parsons to create its rocket-propulsion program, the same government that has functioned in a declared state of national emergency for nearly 80 consecutive years, the same government that had prostitutes give LSD to unsuspecting clients in mind control experiments during the 1960s, and the same government that that fed radioactive mush to retarded children in the 1950s, just to see what would happen.

I'm just saying, don't rule anything out.

wherein I woke up after a deep slumber, and most of my furniture had been moved out of my room, no reason given.

I confronted my Uncle, who did not lie or hide the fact that he did it, so he started to bring it back in..

frustrated at people who arbitrarily bother me and ruin my stability and routine !

So I was at Ury's house and had this wonderful wonderful dream while completely unmedicated. To me it represents a journey through problem solving, and insight into solution strategies and possible end benefits of a current personal  definition dilemma.

It started off with me going to a hospital for an unspecified illness (not general, unspecified. never told myself what it was, should it be obvious ? think a little harder, io ?). The hospital refused to take me since it was not serious (a problem I can solve myself with meditation ? A little self-examination ? Stop making mountains out of moleyhills ?), but recommended local doctors that would suffice. The one who piqued my interest most was on a street named Greenwood in East York, Toronto ON, Canada (a real place where I live very near to... so does a boy I know). He wasn't just a regular practitioner, he was a Research doctor (this impressed me enough to decide where to go.)

So I went. I went to the doctor's office which I found easily. Found easily. Hopefully transferrable. The doctor greeted me eagerly. good to know. I was suddenly very aware that I was somewhere foreign. There was no physical travel through space or time or land or anything. But once I entered that office I was not in Toronto anymore.

Am I the doctor ? I'm a surely self-confident girl who would have no qualms about solving my own issues, my way, on my own time. Is the Doctor the crazy boy who I should maybe listen to who has some insight on healing ? Is the doctor a fusion of our energies or spirits ? Is he a different self-isolated part of my psyche ? Brain ? Or a commonly overlooked representation of everyone's brains ?

So he greeted me and I told him my problem. I remember rambling something about my stomach. He was a little white old man. While this was somewhere completely foreign, it was also in my room. I was not in my room (physically, literally) at the time of dreaming, I was in someone else's room, so it wasn't any sort of astral travel (unless it was a botched attempt at self-deluding such). Maybe the room was just meant to be somewhere I could feel comfortable in. Maybe it represents that I was in somewhere uniquely *mine* while this was all going down. Like a brain. Anyway, he welcomed my complaints and gave me some pretty generic responses that were along the lines of "stress". I complained about the simplicity of his answer. Now that I think of it, it was quite obviously a commentary on the complete inappropriateness and shallowness of my question !

He seemed to notice that I wasn't really interested in seeing the boring little old man and having a boring little realistic conversation with him anymore. So he introduced me to his super attractive, younger, lean, fit, male assistant. This reminds me of my first LSD trip and learning that whatever ways I wanted to be entertained could be realities as soon as I could think em ! I remember walking down a street and deciding I wished that I could see the bubbly LSD images that had firmly rooted their place in the stereotypical trip descriptions. You know, rounded corners, glossy finished houses animated so as to look like an enlightenment icon ! And then, of course, they were ! Ah ha ha, I loved LSD. But that's a story for another braindead day.
The male assistant was bringing out a cake in celebration of something. My arrival ? My solution ? who knows !
He brought with him 2 tigers on a leash for show.  http://www.soulfuture.com time

Dream symbol: tiger
tiger, tigers, tigeress, tigresses

Interpretation:
Feminine energy
Prowess
Strength
Pride
Being ready to go, ready to roar, ready to surge, having a tiger in your tank

The assistant and doctor both made a point of shielding me from these tigers. As if they weren't quite tamed, but still good to show off, you know. The little old man had a better chance of surviving an angry tiger's mood change than I did ? It never really phased me. I wasn't eager to embrace them.

Eventually I was bored of the tigers too and went to sleep with the younger attractive man. A completely innocent sleep where I was guarded by a big strong sexy man.

The next morning, day, second, I started probing the old man. I asked where I was. He told me I was in an island just north of Africa. He showed me a map and pointed. Way cool. We walked to the door of this place that had changed from my room to a believable office front-end and he opened the door to the outside. The sun was shining and the view was awesome. Directly in front of me was a beautiful waterfall, not Niagara lols size at all, but just a pretty little waterfall. So beautiful it now reminds me of that waterfall at Henneth Annun that gollum so poorly refused to stay out of ! The landscape was inspiring, beautiful, blah blah blah blah blah. Just imagine a desirable steamy colourful fruitful land with the most amazing soil for growing anything on that you have ever been to and that's what was there.

And then I woke up.

Wise old man showing me the door to a better land, eh ? Sounds like propaganda to me.

Better go to bed now.

Oh yeah, and flamoot dreamed about squeezing mary's soapy tit.

How have people mispronounced your name?  How is it supposed to sound? 
Submitted by Lorie.   

some say it IO when it is clearly, obviously, self-explanitorily, lowercase io

ok

(5:39:14 PM) Trixee: i realy want a ababy to
(5:39:29 PM) io: are you guys trying
(5:39:50 PM) Trixee: he dosnt want one right now but we arnt yous ing rubbers
(5:40:14 PM) Trixee: and he got some in me the othere day. lol
(5:40:26 PM) Trixee: fucken right
(5:40:30 PM) Trixee: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

What are your Superbowl plans?  What's your prediction and why? 
Submitted by danatmedog.

wait for dearest to come back from miami and find out what happened !

and my prediction is that chicago will win. because I want dearest to be in a good mood. so he'll come visit me and have some platonic fun.

fin

OH school tomorrow too :D

For the last century, "Catholic exegetes now commonly accept the story as a parable" (CE 1910, "Lazarus"). "The purpose of the parable is to teach us the evil result of the unwise neglect of one's opportunities. Lazarus was rewarded, not because he was poor, but for his virtuous acceptance of poverty; the rich man was punished, not because he was rich, but for vicious neglect of the opportunities given him by his wealth" (Ibid).

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lazarus