February 5th, 2008



    Guildenstern: A man, breaking his journey between one place and another, at a third place of no name, character, population, or significance sees a unicorn cross his path and disappear. That in itself is startling, but there are precedents for this sort of mystical encounter, or rather, a choice of persuasions to put it down to fancy, until — "My god!" shouts a second man, "I must be dreaming! I thought I just saw a unicorn!" At which point a dimension is added which makes the experience as alarming as it will ever be. A third witness, you understand, adds no new dimension, only spreads it thinner, and a forth thinner still, and the more witnesses there are the thinner it spreads and the more reasonable it becomes until it is as thin as reality — the name we give to the common experience. "Look! Look!" recites the crowd, "A horse, with an arrow in its forehead! It must have been mistaken for a deer!"

    Rosencrantz: I knew all along it was a band.

    Guildenstern: He knew all along it was a band.

    Rosencrantz: And here they come!

    Guildenstern: I'm sorry it wasn't a unicorn. It would have been nice to have unicorns.

In Where Kiki is a Sad Soul.

So someone DID write a Sammy Song!


If this video was a male and human. I'd mate.

But rather mate with Dean/Sam.

BAH. It's raining and storming AGAIN!!!!

I'm trying to write a CRANKDATSUPERNATURAL but failing miserabely... It's probaly already done.



winchesters in dat ho

watch me shoot and watch me go
watch me fight that yellow!eyes and excorize that ho
now you, fight that yellow!eyes
you, fight that yellow!eyes
you, fight that yellow!eyes
you, fight that yellow!eyes

winchesters in dis ho,
droppin demons to da flo'
excorize that ho, den watch me crank dat [insert]
hunters, now watch us salt, salt 'n burn on dem demons mayne
watch us lit the match then drive away and crank dat thang now


i'm excorizin' ur cursed ass and if we get to fightin' i'll be kickin' on ur cursed ass.
you catch me at your local [hot spot] in my hand my rock-salt gun
'pires get mad cuz i got me a metallicar

And I'm a idiot when it comes to film cameras. *hates life*