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I had a dream
[atleast I hope it was a dream]
I was talking to the guy
who makes chick's tracts
[mr chick i presume]

it was fucked up
that is all

all coked up and no place to go

I havent left the house
since late monday afternoon
for the most part I havent even left my bed

my life has consisted
of sequential doses of nyquil
[all hail the mighty Q]
and
short film style dreams

such dreams have been truely fucked up
never longer than a single scene
without question making absolutely zero sense
and some seriously fruedian undertones

well, I have some developing and printing work to do
for my photo class so, I had best be heading out

ahh joy of joys

ickiness begone

*Grin*

ahhhh

so I decided

I am no longer sick

I simply will not accept one more hour of being sick
and
of course
it is working

I took a long shower scrubbing myself pink all over
and I feel much better already

next is conditioning
then cleaning

purging all remnants of having been sick
from my home and from my body

then

I am going to work out for a couple hours
before going to the dark room to develop my film

and to be sick no more

ah

it is good to be the king

stolen from sugarpuss

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I want to take a class on Kant
just so I can write a paper
detailing how all of his ideas
came from a sexual obsession with the platypus