07/04/09 03:50 -

I guess I should start with a simple introduction. My name is Andrew Gaynor and I have no idea why I made this. The only thing clear to me is what the voice in my headphones is saying, a message of warning for those who choose to hear it.

"No more leaky holes in your brain

And no false starts"

Took this photo today of a baby.

My Mother minds this baby and her parents call her Aideen.

She was only little when she first started coming to her house, but now she is one years old.

There are 3 words she can say very clearly;

- "Mommy".

- "Princey".
- "Andy".

The weekend was an eventful one. I smoked too much green stuff and drank a good lot. This combination of alcohol and herb led me to many places where I witnessed several events, the most notable two been Ste O'Hara's BBQ and Marey's Birthday. Rachel Cunt Features was up for the weekend trying to devour my soul. She left on Sunday instead got distracted by a burger she found in her back pocket. We never got to watch lost, even though I had downloaded it on Thursday morning.

Ger and Kenny where in my house tonight. Things had changed from the time they arrived up to the time they left. The change was also accountable to their presence. Through their aid, I managed to defeat Wesker at the end of Resident Evil 5.

When they had left I had a cup of tea, and smoked the last of my Northern Lights. A lovely little duo I enjoyed out my back garden, looking up at the vast universe and the lights of stars long dead, nothing more than a memory now. It reminded me of my own expiration date and I felt uncomfortable. So I didn't spend long out there once my joints light had also extinguished along with the stars. If anyone was making it back into the house alive, it was me.

The voice from my headphones is still persistent in delivering it's messages through me, and I suppose I'll continue to do so, by signing off with it's final message.

"We Ride Tonight!".