
Me when they play my jam


In my dream the lips are odd and not as exciting as I thought they would be once they are on. We decide to send the pudgy cartoons down the zip lines at each other so they can splat once they collide.

In my dream his head needs to be rebuilt.
In my dream a young person did something stupid at an event, I said something mean in response and then, to atone, allowed a series of young people to humiliate me in increasingly cruel ways.

In my dream they are pink, paired and again building. A number spins on their sides . We are determined in the open air.

In my dream it’s finally time to head up the stairs to the left of the porn bookstore. On the second floor we are still framing out the booths.

In my dream the wall’s crack bulges with glowing blue gelatin.
In my dream the kitchen drawers are clean but packed two thirds full with solid junk.


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In my dream a whirring soundtrack.

In my dream every apartment means a cycle of imprisonment, escape and chase: he’s in there,will kill me, so I jump through windows, leap across roofs and take different routes though streets to try to escape once and for all. But no: another cycle.

In my dream the exercise program is spyware.
