dream: everyone in america had to go to iraq to see what it was like to actually live there and be in a war. it was beyond scary. i guess i was in the army (assuming so just cuz i was wearing camo) and we had to shoot at airplanes with these big machine guns, but we weren’t suppose to hit the planes. just shoot at them and purposely miss, just to scare them i guess. all around us was getting hit by shells and all you could hear was the rat tat tating of machine guns. scary scary scary.

if i had the opportunity to get to know the members of u2, mr the edge would be my soul mate. i think we’d get along marvelous.

“Edge was just up all night, as he usually is anyway, on the Internet, pulling down some weird shit. The book follows the record, in that it starts out with fear and ends with faith. So in the fear half, Edge has got all kinds of information on how to tie up a prisoner in your own home, the art of the samurai sword, how to build your own bomb shelter. He’s researched all kinds of phobias. Then when we get into the faithful half, he’s found other things on trust.”