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Blended Dreams

The real things keeping me awake blended seamlessly with bizarre dream-logic last night. A clapping, chanting gang of piss-heads became a clapping, chanting cult dressed in white robes, biting the heads off small animals and throwing firecrackers through people's windows. Celebrating the arrival of 3:16, even if that is the American date, with strange rituals and stranger songs.

At some point, I think a dog was barking in time with the chant.

Shop closed on my way in. No bru for me. Instant coffee, not even a good brand. Cubes of sugar. Forgot to bring breakfast.

Expect stream-of-thought at some point.


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Mar. 16th, 2009 04:28 pm (UTC)
You sounded a lot like Rorshach towards the end there.
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