[the boi - fucked up dreams]
<fucked up dream>we're on this bus, travelling down a corrugated road, the vibrations are making my fillings hurt. Up ahead there's the sign, too much dust... can't make it out. We get off the bus... the Pirate-Z and myself and start to walk around. Reminds me of home, fields, sheds... machinery....a farm. we walk towards one building..hearing something but are quickly ushered away onto a conveyor belt of views about how this place runs... doing a quick Austin Powers we give these faceless goons the slip and make our way back to the shed... inside we hear the sound of snorting, chortling animals.. its dark so we open the doors some more and see these lines and lines of crates... we walk towards one together lifting the lid.. inside is a blue cloth wrapped around a cute piglet ...its wet nose nuzzles against our hands and we giggle with it. we look at each other and around us and take it out.. somethings not right... the cloth falls away and the piglet squeals as if shocked or embarrassed.. legs gone, as if bred that way.. in its sides are plugs like you'd find on the side of an air mattress.. one green, one brown.. i realise their purpose.. feeding and waste tubes...the cow at Murdoch has them? ...it unravels.. they're breeding these pigs with no legs... less waste you see.. they save on the innefficient feeding by giving them their food through a tube and extract the waste directly.. recycling you see... the lights of the shed go on.. gas-masked and rubber clad employees shout at us..we run with the piglet in arms.. proof or saviours... <end fucked up dream>
last week i ate three of those delicious Hungry Jacks' Whopper with Cheese and Bacon burgers... i choose to believe that somehow this is actually happening..somewhere.. and i'm not even a bloody vegan...dreams aren't meant to be like this
<fucked up dream>we're on this bus, travelling down a corrugated road, the vibrations are making my fillings hurt. Up ahead there's the sign, too much dust... can't make it out. We get off the bus... the Pirate-Z and myself and start to walk around. Reminds me of home, fields, sheds... machinery....a farm. we walk towards one building..hearing something but are quickly ushered away onto a conveyor belt of views about how this place runs... doing a quick Austin Powers we give these faceless goons the slip and make our way back to the shed... inside we hear the sound of snorting, chortling animals.. its dark so we open the doors some more and see these lines and lines of crates... we walk towards one together lifting the lid.. inside is a blue cloth wrapped around a cute piglet ...its wet nose nuzzles against our hands and we giggle with it. we look at each other and around us and take it out.. somethings not right... the cloth falls away and the piglet squeals as if shocked or embarrassed.. legs gone, as if bred that way.. in its sides are plugs like you'd find on the side of an air mattress.. one green, one brown.. i realise their purpose.. feeding and waste tubes...the cow at Murdoch has them? ...it unravels.. they're breeding these pigs with no legs... less waste you see.. they save on the innefficient feeding by giving them their food through a tube and extract the waste directly.. recycling you see... the lights of the shed go on.. gas-masked and rubber clad employees shout at us..we run with the piglet in arms.. proof or saviours... <end fucked up dream>
last week i ate three of those delicious Hungry Jacks' Whopper with Cheese and Bacon burgers... i choose to believe that somehow this is actually happening..somewhere.. and i'm not even a bloody vegan...dreams aren't meant to be like this
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give me a pleasant wet dream anyday.
That stuff about eating the burgers and not being vegan, that was part of the dream too right!?