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Endless Cafeteria Nightmare
Grrrrrl Power Orgy
The Day I Crashed a Stolen Car
Weird Rape Dream
The Boyscouts of America at Burning Man 2002
Queen of England
Carnivorous Orchard Dream
The Tower and the Candy
A Green Stone
Yet Another Sex Dream
Naked Convelescent Home
Scary Miscarriage Dream
Pure Buttermilk Chocolate
drowning into thin air
High School Sex Dream
Mourning the End of the World
glass ceilings and cocktail parties
'Beautiful Children' resort McDonalds
Lil Bro and the Scam Artists
Metaphysical Spy Movie
Mother Daughter Camp
Am I Popular Enough Yet?
Night Rave at the Zen Garden
Nick Twisp and the New Fangled Western
Jenny of the Suburbs
room mates in the City
I AM MELLOWCHEESE
The Angel of Stinky Music
Yet another cardboard box
the unexpected serenade
the flying box
strange, burgundy colored wings
just when I thought I was done with my ex....
im dead im dead im dead
The Odd Friend
I don't want to be a game-show star
flying away again
a long, dark ocean
Brightly Colored Skull Necklaces
I hate my job.
Locked Out After Work
Don't Drive to Boston
Playing with Makeup
We be hangin' in sex ed, yo.
orphaned, millionaire, amputation
DREAMS AND GHOSTS V
wiccan country line dancing
More scared than necessary
BABY being raped
I want to know
haetan and a crocodile
Naked Convelescent Home
I dreamed that I was a messenger in a bad part
of San Diego, and that I had a delivery at this convelescent home, that from the outside looked
just like a Pho (Noodle House) resturant, at the
ground floor of a 1940's skyscraper.
The home itself was down a hall through the
back of the resturant (which was part of the
home) and had this immense waiting room
(like a Kaiser Hospital) where there were all of
these senile people on beat up couches,
love seats, and cushions.
There were tons of old, tattered looking blankets
all over the floor, and it looked a little like the
furniture section of a thrift store if a group of rowdy
middle-school kids had been goofing around
and throwing second hand bedding at each other.
The senile people were all wearing funky
old-people polyesther outdfits, and mumbling
to me about the life that they imagined I have.
Some woman kept telling me she saw my
husband at the Safeways with a basket full of
oranges- I kept telling her I'd never been married.
These people kept repeating themselves and
were deluded I was someone else- a relative
I looked down and I wasn't wearing anything
but a sleeping bag.
I was desperately trying to distract them so I
could make a getaway, as I had a ton more
deliveries to make.
frog-stomping and chicken pox
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