
Strange little elves one night entered my room and tied me down -- it was cold. My feet were bare and I wondered where my head was. Look; a bead of sweat fell to the floor. My head was on fire. Too many times has this happened to me. I cried for some comfort only to find the bed laughing at me. My comforter was wrapped in itself and made lude gestures at me. Good Lord...why did this have to happen now? It was only 2:30.
For maybe the first time in a year, I had a GOOD dream last night. Most of mine are nightmares. I don't remember what it was really, but I do remember one really cute part and I actually woke up feeling relaxed. I needed that, but the truth is I'm only feeling relaxed for fucked up reasons. I guess we all have our vices -- mine are apparently just really messed...












Lovely