i was walking to my car in a parking garage, wearing a tuxedo(god knows why!). a man was in front of me, he was wearing bright orange windbreaker. a man five cars in front of him loads a gun. the dude in the orange jacket all the sudden gets fuckin shot in the face by napoleon dynomite's doppleganger. so i get all freaked out and bolt for my car,
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and i hate you for saying that i hate you.
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...i have my sources
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There I was, tied to a post awaiting to be shot in the chest about 12 or 13 times from a firing squad. They blindfolded me and I stood there breathing heavily and just fucking breathing heavily. There was a crack in the blindfold that allowed me to see everything jsut fine, perhaps better than before. I screamed out several times in anticipation, but death never came. They fired. I was hit 9 times in the chest and abdomin. Oddly enough, I survived. I'm not going to claim that it didn't hurt. It was like being divorced. I broke free from the post and ran at the soldiers on duty to kill me. They scurried to reload their rifles, but I swiped a bayonette and proceeded to cut the throats of every officer there...
When I was done, I then knelt down and began eating all of their uniforms. The jackets made of raspberry and their pants of cream soda. I stood up and wet myself in delight at the sight of the King leaning against the balcony post dead from shock.
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wild dream though, its funny, i have never had speaking in my dreams, not even mouths moving, no expressions at all, no sound at all. it's odd.
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I didnt know you were talking about a dream at first so that post was quiet terrifying for a moment.
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i love you too bro. when is your term up?
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