I just got Played by Life s0 HARD

So my KA soccer team had a 9pm game. Naturally, we show up. It just so happens that Bob Dylan is playing next door to the Rec Field at the Greek Theate, so the soundtrack to our 7-2 victory was EPIC. I think I scored a goal somewhere in the middle of 'Ballad of a Thin Man' [off of the Legen-(wait for it) Dary Highway 61]. Anyways, we walk back to the house discussing our plans to see Paranormal Activity - the horror/festerfilm that's supposedly ludicrously terrifying - amid the crowd of Dylan fans. We figured that the movie would certainly be at 1 of the 3 local theaters within a 2 block radius downtown, so we hop on the free bus after a spliff (timing it all perfectly), jazzed and hyped for the Bromantic Frightfest that was to ensue. Things were working out: Instead of the projected 10 minute tardiness, we arrived 5 minutes early, wallets at the ready, hearts palpitating, etc. I hadn't been this excited for a scary movie in - well - ever:

The friends who invited us to the movie failed to mention it Cinema was 15 MILES WEST, and that they intended to go by car.....

'Jesus Christ.'

I am currently torrenting it though. W00t. Interesting Sunday night. 'I like' that.

My brain just farted:

It said, keep quiet. don't make a sound, or else you'll be heard, noticed, seen, observed. Stay still, at least till it's dark; then make your run for the back alley, steering clear of the light, the night-watchmen.

- "You mean to say, 'pierce the void with silence'..?"
 
Dive into the darkness, swim deep down into the abyss, penetrate the Nothingness.

- "...And from its center, unravel it.."

Turn its insides out, skewer the mother fucker with the dagger of your dick, and drink the Blood of the Times as it pours around you in waterfalls... The Blood of the Spectacle smells sour...

- "But tastes sweet."

 (Like the gas I'm releasing right now.)