turns out, are the huge piles of bodies in the living room, dining room, kitchen, patio of the people she's murdered. for some reason this fact unphases me and i get to work dragging corpses out into the garbage bins outside, but they overflow out of the garbage bins outside as well and the homeless people gather around them, looking for something valuable i assume??? there are corpses of women, men, kids, all kinds of people. and none of this phases me until the middle of the dream when im talking to her and shes describing to me about how she already went to prison and got out, and i begin thinking \and kayke (although They seem Slightly Different Than They Are in RL) and i look out the window to see ... paintings, floating in the ocean, as far as the eye can see. i can still see it vividly in my mind, ITS one of the Most Beautiful Things That i can think of. the next thing i know the plane's crashed or something (maybe we Jumped out on purpose), Because We're all in the water with life vests on. i swim over to one of the paintings, put my hands on the frame, And Then climb inside it to Another World. Though i dont remember what i did Actually There. But im sure Would Have Been anything exciting.
ahhhhh now im in a total magical-realism mode, fuuuck
kasia i see tomorrow .... im so stoked mothershit ive got it so bad. so bad i want to see you in the Morning. lol. i wish i could call her my own and take her home with me, But i guess is correct Rent When They say you can not buy love, You Can only rent it. siiiigh. clubbin tonight at ballare ... wtf is work? Ps
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