my dreams have been remarkably fucked up lately. today it feels really good to type or say FUCK. my mind is like a big room full of toddlers throwing around bouncy balls.
i had this dream. or maybe it was a daydream. i don't know anymore. unimportant. point is i was fucking thinking about some weird shit. in this dream, this fuzziness, i saw skeletons. i created skeletons. everyone i talked to was dressed in military garb. as soon as I spoke to them they took a hand grenade and exploded it in their chest like those Japanese soldiers in Okinawa. then their skeletons followed me around like I was in a zombie movie. seemingly unrecognizable, i still knew who they were. i recognized their glasses, the shape of their faces, their voices, their hands. i always study people's hands. this one man, i started looking at his hands and then i noticed he still had a heart. it was glowing.
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