in a sandbox
emma the energetic sheep
asher is wearing a scarf
my aunt is a murderer
sex haben
bathtime
the auburn, my tranny lover, and the shortest distance between two points is a straight line
"i don't watch tv"
once a week
frog-stomping and chicken pox
on the green
my cat is gay
it's the end of the world as we know it (and i feel fine)
hitler wants to see me naked

okay so well i have no idea what this one means
Lost friends
Not Quite as Fun as a Blue Light Special
French Class
Greyhound Nightmares
Kirsten's Dream
Reunited
crying
DREAMS AND GHOSTS XIV
Hanging with Antonio
Caution: Asbestos!
Babies grow so fast...
The Nuns and the Talking UFO
Unicorns, death, still crying when i woke up.
another guy i don't know
Back to the past
High School People In Europe
Burning
split open and melt
With Crossed Fingers I Lie
Chapter III.
hell or high water
John
Security Guard and the frightned rabbit
An Elevator and laughing executives

Author: conquistador





asher and i are sitting in a sandbox in a park, like two little kids whose mothers have dropped them off there, and we're scooping up sand and dumping it in piles; normal sandbox behaviour.



we're talking about some blonde girl, but i don't actually hear us talking. instead, there's a speech/thought bubble above our heads with the smiling face of a pretty little girl with long-ish blonde hair.



a few days later i told asher about my dream.



asher: was it my cousin?

me: i don't know. how would i know? i've never met your cousin.

asher: well, i had a dream i was making out with my cousin. and i knew it was wrong, but i couldn't stop.

me: why not?

asher: well, it would have been awkward to just say, "oh, well, this is wrong."

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