3 dreams of nonsense intermixed with some sort of significance
Reverend taught me how to pull shots of coffee and told me all about your Jesus.
I carried a teddy bear through the apocalypse just to tell you that things will be okay.
I Swam through the rivers of hell to merge with the oceans of heaven.
The angles tell me I am committing Resticide.
I don’t even know what that means.
My subconscious has a fucked up sense of humor….
Waking life isn’t much different either.
The fates have some crazy magic tricks up their sleeves.
Forthcoming Dadaist innovation proclamation: stay apathetic
Stay asleep
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