roxanne69

Like a cloud his fingers explode
On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows
His heart's in a bowl behind the bank

And every evening when he gets home
To make his supper and eat it alone
His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold

I had another dream about my teeth falling out. This one wasn't as strange. It was more like, I just told my mom to run and get the dentist, and then I spit into my hand and here came all 28 of my teeth with some blood. The ones connected to my permanent retainer were all there too....still in a row.