i dreamt i time traveled back to the 1950's and i tried using my cell phone and it launched nuclear missles Auto response from VHHI Cheth (1:30:33 PM): I am currently away from the computer. but then i had to disarm the missles! and after dinner i discovered we hadnt eaten the gingerbread house, so it was sold to some gangster who were gonna take it to their meeting on a bus cause the boss wasnt back with the car. they gave us a suitcase of money for the gingerbread house and they all had machine guns. i was in this band class and the teacher was going over how the students should have an erotic picture collage to look at before they played a show to get them into it and a couple kids came into the class late, and one had a thermos of a hot drink, so the teacher said he must be a badass. and there was this family that owned this huge lake, and they had all these male kids that looked the same with wierd fake blonde hair and like 20 of them rode these little push cars into class and packed them in rows on the side they looked like stupid kids from the country, like farmers or hicks. they had expensive huge walkie talkie radios to talk to eachother. thats when i tried to call one on my cell phone after discussing how smaller it was then their walkie talkies. thats when i set off the missles .my cell phone freaked out when i tried to use it too . it stoped working and had some odd message about it that i cant rememeber. that's why they used the walkie talkies. the first missle i tried to disarm was in the floor of the classroom, and i just unscrewed the top and took out some pieces. then i was doing the next and i released it was one of the identical farmer kids breast. so i had to put the skin back with the nipple after taking out the missle pieces and bandage up his chest and after i did a bunch of those we figured out i had just been taking out the guidence systems that control where the missles go and not the explosive part. but it didnt matter since i was just doing breast jobs by then. and i was watching the end of the who's Tommy the movie, and by putting pennies into a parking meter the movie would keep playing and we got to see a video for NIN's hurt that way. burt reynolds was in the movie and i saw all these missles streaking across the sky, the missles had been launched! but then i realsised my eyes were closed so i couldnt of seen anything. So do you feed your cats dry or wet cat food?

Have you watched Hegwig and an Angry Inch?

MEGALOMANIA - LANGUOR - VOT(ARIES) The past few days have been rough for me, so in a way I'm seeking some type of encouragement (or discouragement). My questions are in regard to your fans. You see, I have been a loyal fan for 9 years now. You've been a distant friend who has seen me through many events in my life. I discovered your music at a time when I began questioning the orthodox nature of my home and school, so logically you had a great impression on me. I was never the type of fan who sought a copy of every cd/mag/shirt/etc with the MM moniker on it nor the type to attempt seeing you over 18 times in concert, but more of the type to delve dangerously deep into your message/meaning. (I also refer to you for great recommendations in film, literature, music, etc. La Fee is tasty, though my choice is Mari Mayans.) To a degree I used you to define who I was, and at other times believed that you somehow had a piece of my mind. I had blinders on for a long time, unable to interact with people unless they were fans as well. The recent talk of children and insanity has stirred up old emotions in me. From '96-'99 I believed that I might perhaps be a missing gear (sigil?) in the machine that was Marilyn Manson. The basis of my belief stemmed from the Tetragrammaton, numerology and synchronicity which climaxed when I was 18 years old ('99). When you said that you felt as if half of your life was being spent in déjà vu, I empathized with you. I could list numerous personal accounts of mindblowing "coincidences" but for the sake of brevity I will spare you. In the end, I pushed it all away, concluding that I was going mad or suffering from delusions of grandeur. Although loyal in conversation and in heart, I had absolutely nothing to do with Marilyn Manson anymore soon after. I skipped college and ventured into the music industry, with mild success, but I soon became jaded by the mathematics of music, and I lost touch with my passion for listening to other's music. It was an honest attempt to stand on my own two feet, but in the end I much more preferred being a fan. Since my departure, the intense interest in Marilyn Manson has been rekindled (thanks to the golden age), and I have adopted a new reckless Peter Pan attitude. How irresponsible of me. Yet, my fellow fans have given me lots to think about over the past few days. One day I'm accused of not "having a life of my own" and the next I misread the significance of Mickey Mouse ears and I'm somehow not a worthy fan. At times I feel like I'm not going far enough, other times I feel like I'm taking it way too far. I'm quite capable of forming opinions of my own, but at a point of vulnerability the actions of fellow fans have only perpetuated my confusion. We all have our own definitions of madness. I'd like to know what yours are. How far is too far? Does there come a point in the idolization where you feel as if your toes have been stepped on? Can you respect a fan who assimilates your personae? (Or to an extreme, believes there is a cosmic force linking you together?) Does it annoy you that in the past I may save sought refuge in you, or that now I may be seeking approval? I may submit this more than once. Please don't interpret my persistence as insistence. In a crowd of thousands, I'm simply trying to better my chances. Love, Charlie.

I would like to know the story behind *hands of glory* what was your imagination as you created this picture? If this question was answerd befor so Im sorry.... cath

GRAMMY AWARDS? would you be going to those with Dita Marilyn? I think it would be great for you to go, just to show the other shit "groups" who's boss! :) oh and for promotion of the new album, hehe