I forever remembered the sight of

I forever remembered the sight of

Dreams can be like that. But I am told that not dreaming is even more dangerous than dreaming about John McCain. Unless of course it is a naughty dream. But what are the odds of

going insane from dream deprivation, or dropping a wet one that would invariably also include sleep talking to my ex girlfriend? I'll take insanity. My girlfriend already thinks

like a cow facing the slaughter house. That will not happen to me. Inserting these wires directly into my frontal lobes will fuse me with the XBOX. I will be on permanent dream

mode. It also would cure my problem with chronic

smoking of the Chronic. I'd been a member at Juan Pablo's medical marijuana dispensary since 2007, and the paranoia was starting to get to me. I'd never been one to

have sex with mimes but the acoustic hand gestures were quite pleasant under the weight of the

the imaginary box. But what of the box that entraps us all? Can we afford the carnal pleasures while we ignore the cathartic? The world is a Freudian onion. Peeling back the layers

is a frustrating, sticky business which will bring tears to your eyes; but persevere, chop finely and you'll get a base for a decent ragu (just add finely grated carrot & celery).