Dream 509: Sexual Dreams
07.21.2017 § Leave a comment
Karin and I are studying the hard arts – she doesn’t think the facial filled the third performer’s eye sockets enough.
There’s a gas leak in my red camping sack of bombs – very dangerous. Even now that it’s been made into chocolate, the slightest disturbance could cause it to blow, sort of like in the movie Sorcerer. Hey, Sorcerer, that’s a great name for something – except no one can really spell it, hell, I myself always want to spell it with an -or. The line at the grocery store is really long and I’m not sure how much longer I can not blow this bomb bag chocolate up, besides, someone has made off with Karin’s puffy jacket.