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| Congratulations for those of you still on this site; I mean I deemed it dead long, long ago.
This means you Adam, Tadeo, Justin, Jeff, and Jared. Am I missing anyone?
This is the first time I've checked it in so long and I've had two visits all week. I'm fucking famous.
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| things and people can be dead in such an alive city.
half a bottle of wine later, I still have no insight as to this. Fucking shit, why is it so difficult to make real human connections?
About to go out, but no direction.
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_tongueless flowers whisper secrets in my ear
"things are going to change."
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| it's all beginning to pile up.
you know, everything:
school work, reading, exams and papers, obligations, resentments, bad feelings, frustration, &c.
let's just get fucked up and forget our names!
how's that for defeatist?
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| somebody analyze this:
i'm in this run-down store that looks more like a burned down music venue. inside, ashes and debris and a store clerk alone, maintaining what is left. we are in the middle of nowhere at all, i remember driving through winding countryside roads to get here. street signs that said words i don't remember anymore. i'm with Lorelei Gilmore, and she's making small talk with the clerk. this is when he spots this grotesquely large insect, which looks like either a beetle or a cicada. he approaches it and makes motions of killing the creature. then, Lorelei protests this and asks to see the bug. this is when i am painfully aware that she and i are the same person. in order for her to see the bug, i would have to see the bug. the store clerk approaches me, 50something balding and dirty. he is holding this bug by a limb and it is scrambling for life. i am cornered and squirming to avoid the disgusting insect, unable to protest. just when it is centimeters from my face, i yell "STOP!" both in my dream reality and real reality, and i am awoken.
it was all so vivid and i still remember most of the little details of the dream. i have strong suspicions that this is symbolic. this was the first time my dreams have branched into reality. i have lucid dreamed before, in where my reality was brought into the dreamworld. however, never have i so legibly spoken aloud from a nightmare. i even woke ann up.
decipher, please.
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