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"And I'm in this mall, right? I live there or something and it's a big secret... Have I told you this story before? I always forget what I've told you.
"But so anyways, this place is really big, and I get around by laying flat on top of this skate board and pulling myself along the floor, cause that's the best way to avoid being caught. I think at one point I got chased by police men, and I set t
hem on fire and shouted non-sensical things which I understood to be racial epithets.
"What? Oh no, you weren't in that part. You were in the next one-- see, I round the corner from the charred police force, and I'm stuck in this little like culdesac of stores. Except, all the stores are all closed and sealed up, and in the center of the hallway, there you are, and you've got this cauldron over a fire, and all the women I've ever loved are lined up next to it, and you're doing this thing where you like have these really old scissors and you're cutting off all of the women's hair and putting it in the cauldron.
"That's uh. When you finally got all the other women bald, you crawl into the pot and start bathing in the soupy hair-water until it all starts sticking to you, and you're coated in this big, like human hair-ball.
"What? Oh, yeah. No, this is the part where you chase me and try to cut my fingers off. Huh? No, I scoot away on the skateboard and you can't get me. Yeah, that's then I wake up! See? I totally have told you this before. You knew how it ended."
"But so anyways, this place is really big, and I get around by laying flat on top of this skate board and pulling myself along the floor, cause that's the best way to avoid being caught. I think at one point I got chased by police men, and I set t
hem on fire and shouted non-sensical things which I understood to be racial epithets.
"What? Oh no, you weren't in that part. You were in the next one-- see, I round the corner from the charred police force, and I'm stuck in this little like culdesac of stores. Except, all the stores are all closed and sealed up, and in the center of the hallway, there you are, and you've got this cauldron over a fire, and all the women I've ever loved are lined up next to it, and you're doing this thing where you like have these really old scissors and you're cutting off all of the women's hair and putting it in the cauldron.
"That's uh. When you finally got all the other women bald, you crawl into the pot and start bathing in the soupy hair-water until it all starts sticking to you, and you're coated in this big, like human hair-ball.
"What? Oh, yeah. No, this is the part where you chase me and try to cut my fingers off. Huh? No, I scoot away on the skateboard and you can't get me. Yeah, that's then I wake up! See? I totally have told you this before. You knew how it ended."
'look, sorry, I'm not usually this odd'
Lately, I've been losing my linear conception of time, not because I'm beginning to see things in new dimensions, but more like I am letting myself become more and more schizophrenic. It all started when I was born, see: some infinities are bigger than others.
Imagine a circle, and now imagine infinite lines coming out from the center of the circle to touch the infinite points, to caress the infinite, beautiful curves of her shoulder. Now, in your imagination, imagine a second, bigger circle circumscribed over her shoulder, and extend your infinite thumbs outwards: you will find that your first infinity is not enough to touch all her points
THE NIGHT THOMAS UNLOCKED HIS PSIONIC POTENTIAL
hello
I am going to self-publish a short collection of some of my writing around the middle-end of next month. The collection is going to be titled
PRIA/POSTEA PUELLA or DEAD POETS STAY DEAD, IT'S BETTER THAT WAY
This will be the most ambitious step in my current quest to become at least minorly well-known in my communities.
uhm
I think that's all I have to say, but I suppose that at this point, I could tell you about my life and how it is going. That is the thing which I am supposed to be doing with these journals, right?
well that is the thing which I am not going to do,
so instead
I think
I might tell you about
my ukulele.
I use
an essay
IT'S KIND OF LIKE AN ILLUSORY POCKET DIMENSION
made of charcoal
or lead, and you can stuff all of your friends in there or just a flower but whose to say which is better? which is easier?
I am eating her inside out because I'm trying to figure out the difference between a bag of doritoes and a doritoes bag, emotionally, graphically;
so I was walking through the ice, and I happened upon a wizard living in the ice. This wizard told me that he needed me to go steal blood from the Mer-folk to open his locked box. I didn't have much better to do, so I accepted the blood-harvesting device from his eager hand and set out, b
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I think I've had this dream before.