October 16th, 2010


My subconscious mind is not big on subtlety it seems

Just woke up from a dream wherein my subconscious told me, in a way so plain I could not mistake or misinterpret, that my soul is made of reanimated bones, sewn together animal skins, and shit. Tons and tons of literal, smelly, diarrhea shit. My soul is a shit-monster. A singing and dancing shit monster, no less. WHAT THE FUCK, BRAIN!?!? WHAT. THE. FUCKING. FUCK!?!?!

Gods, most critical of myself I've ever been consciously was having my soul represented by a little black rag doll.

Again, brain/subconscious... WHAT. THE. FUCKING. JESUS-HUMPING. FUCK!?!?!

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