Dream

I dreamt that all of us were rounded up and shot and missiled to death by the government. I died the 1st time. I was given a 2nd chance and went through the gunning down again but I managed to survive with my mom, brother and dad, but my dad ended up with bad leg injury. It looked like rotten meat. I got grazes and scratches over my face and body.

Thoughts near midnight

Sometimes i do wonder what’s up with the things i think of, write of, secretly desire. Especially what i secretly desire, and notice, for that matter. What sort of wrong things I end up wanting. What the hell am I? It’s been 20 years and I still haven’t figured that out.

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