Wednesday, September 21, 2011

sore throat

Emma sees a square
lifting
up from despair
but the way is fraught
with tools
given
not bought
and flees the scene
for the mere.


Dream:  Hanging out with nice girl who throws herbs on me that I have no idea what they do.  Then this guy comes in picks up a table and starts rubbing it on his crotch demanding weed and booze.

I wake up and wonder what the hell that one meant.  I do have to say that I do tend to beat off a bit much and it has led to my distancing myself from the world.  I'm almost one month without smoking any bud.  But I did have some drinks the other day and now I have a sore throat.  It serves me right.  

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