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
sanctuary?
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
Jealousy
'Beautiful Children' resort McDonalds
Two Totems
Lil Bro and the Scam Artists
The Harvestor
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
Identity Theft
I AM MELLOWCHEESE
The Angel of Stinky Music
Yet another cardboard box
Halloween Early
non-consensual remodeling
the unexpected serenade
the flying box
Prison Dream
Another Nightmare
strange, burgundy colored wings
lost
just when I thought I was done with my ex....
im dead im dead im dead
The Odd Friend
sucked in
I don't want to be a game-show star
flying away again
a long, dark ocean
giger-ized
Brightly Colored Skull Necklaces
I hate my job.

the dream in which i died,but i didn't care
That Sex Dream Again
the man in the hood
Runaway
more impossibleness.
Love Making, Baby Chasing, and Accusation in a Winter Wonderland
Miss Prima Ballerina!
Nick Twisp and the New Fangled Western
Hm.. Party/Burton
Stars
what does it mean
The Drowning Gnome!
The Sin Of Material Wealth (With Tiny Toons)
Marmottes dans le parc
Cave
PREFACE
Outside under a Blanket
Cemetery
shopping centre
New Window Image
Petit bonhomme bandé
A car accident in South America
Don't Drive to Boston
horses and swimming... hmmm...
To see Him

Author: uberbudgie





So, I was Nick Twisp from the book

"Youth in Revolt", only in a full leather

suit that looked like something Johnny

Cash might wear. I looked like a young

Johnny Dep and had a Dirty Harry gun

and was with Malcolm McDowell, who

was wearing his costume from A Clockwork

Orange, who had a cane as well as a

Dirty Harry gun.



We were in this weird little town that looked

cross between the Pike Place Market in

Seattle; Carson City, Nevada; and the

scenery in Sergio Leone movies. The

booths at the market were selling dusty

feather boas and pvc fetishwear. Two

supersized and very expensive looking

sex workers with bright magenta

eyeshadow were eyeing us as we went

through the stores looking for Shawni.



Shawni has my wallet and we're looking

for Shawni but she's not there.



Then we had to catch the train but when

we got to the station, we found out that

the engineer had sold the train for scrap

to buy the exotic imported train set he

was playing with in the ticket office.



It went wall to wall with all sorts of weird

levers, and the cars were filled with pricey,

viscous, aromatic, bath gels, overflowing

the sides of the cars like honey from a

serving spoon.



He was very frightened; no one knew his

secret when we bust in on him. Said if

we didn't back off he'd press the button

and send us to another dimension.



Found my wallet on a bench in the ticket

office stuffed with coupons for fishsticks,

otherwise the way I'd last seen it.



He pulled the lever anyways but nothing

happened. Then he was really scared.



The walls of the ticket office fell down

and there was confetti everywhere.



I was so very bored by the situation that

I walked off into the hills by myself and

realized I'd left my gun in the ticket office

about the time I woke up. Malcolm was

screaming the words from an In Sync

song, purposfully out of tune, and doing

that Caligula dance to try to get my

attention behind me.

Fish Market

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