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|Orfwashere (profile) wrote, |
on 7-16-2003 at 12:11am
|Current mood: chill
Music: Dick Dale
|Oh man. I've been listening to a lot of Surf Rock lately. Its dandy.
I just said dandy. Jeez thatís scary.
Well this morning I was having the strangest dream. There was this quiet country house that had a nice wrap around porch, and a Court TV camera crew with a group of reporters busily running around trying to get a glimpse inside. Some coked up woman inside was trying to commit suicide, and her husband was running home as he had just heard that something serious was going on. As he approached the house, a Court TV news reporter ran up to him and blocked his entrance to the porch. The reporter was forcing a document in his face, as the man furiously asked where his wife was. The reporter asked the man to sign the document and afterwards he could see his wife. The already infuriated man signed the document without looking at it and ran toward the door of the house to find his wife. Unmentioned to him, the document gave Court TV permission to broadcast his wife's suicide on television, which was already in progress. The reporter had a sly smirk on his face as the man ran to the door. He thought nothing of it.
So then I arose from my slumber to see Suki standing on the side of my bed trying to wake me up. Somehow she broke into my house to get me up to go to lunch... well breakfast for me, but it was 12:30 in the afternoon. Crazyness. Dreams are fun.
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i can't believe you were dreaming about that. you looked so peaceful.
hey mister i really like your daughter. i'd like to eat her like icecream maybe dip her in chocolate. hey mister, on your way to work, in your volvo, suit, and tie, we'll be crawling in your bed, sir, maybe getting high. it's not what you did. it's not what you did't. god gave her a perfect body, now i'm all up in it. it's not that she's a tramp, its not she's not pure. she just likes getting her fuck on, and it's a good one of that i'm sure. hey mister, i really like your daughter. when i'm horny like thirsty, she's a bottle of water. hey mister, how'd it get so bad, we'd wait so long, she's calling me dad in the back seat, naked, in a new volkswagon-the perfect little gift for high school graduation. it's not what you did. it's not what you didn't. god gave her a perfect body, now i'm all up in it. it's not that she's a tramp, it's not she's not pure, she just likes getting her fuck on, and it's a good one of that, i'm sure.
Re:, 07-18-03 1:34am