Just a small viceral "snipet", as I like to call them.
|This place is the place where dreams occur; intense dreams that last only a moment at a time, however ingrain themselves upon the brain so deeply; so clearly; that it takes the forced recollection of an essential lack of gonads to make truthful that they are indeed only dreams and not the most fucked up sequence of memories to ever be recalled. These dreams haunt, terrorize, and give hope all at the same time. Mild incarnations include screaming, flipping the bird, or some other obscene gesture. Stronger formations of these dreams include hitting, biting, knives, mass genocide, puppy dogs, crocheted nooses, sex, spitting, more obscene gestures, and driving one’s car off the bridge that happens to be less than a mile away. |
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