Me complaining about stuff. Mostly like a diary. Read, don't, I don't give a shit. Also poetry.
Friday, January 17, 2014
Dream journal #1 1-17-14
Starts off in my grandmothers house where I am living now, but a little different can't place how. Don (mom's bf) and I are playing mine craft together to help Sonny and Enzo (Don's godchildren)with a thing they were doing, but then they came to the house and we all went to the beach. I think I've dreamt of this house before. It's a three story with a basement garage. Kinda tall and skinny. Sometime after that, it's me and my mom and for some reason we drive out onto the frozen lake and break through the ice. I pull the car back to the shore but the water wasn't cold at all. So the scene shifts and I'm walking into a library with Ian, Doug, and Emma and we're doing multiple illegal things there I can't really remember the specifics, but it was midnight on Christmas Eve. I remember that Mr. Wynne had a speech or public speaking thing there that we all sat down for. Eventually the library caught on to what we were doing and we ran into the woods behind the library. But somehow Declan had become a cop and caught us and cuffed us, but we didn't get in trouble because Drclan was a good dude. Scene shift again. My grandmother's house again, but the old fat lady from AHS, Jennifer Lawrence, and other notable famous people are there. But they were doing a radio show from my bedroom and I was apparently someone famous as well. But we moved to the dinning room table to do the show from and I made some food dish of sorts. But my house was old and nothing really worked so they all helped out to fix it. And towards the end Jennifer Lawrence's dress snagged and she was in her matching waist high granny panties but somehow still hot. Then I woke up...
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Crayons
All our pictures are in bittersweet sepia
Desert sands and tumbleweed
Dandelions in outer space
But what's the difference between a peach and an apricot?
Robin eggs can be found next to pines
But you'll never see a shadow in the wild blue yonder
All that's gold may not glitter
But none of that matters
I'm colorblind.
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