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[ennuichronicles]

dear livejournal, you may analyze my dreams. 1. a slimy black crocodile climbed from the backyard onto the windowsill and sat like a paper doll. it began snowing pink cellophane and four male peacocks danced ominously in front of dead tree. all of my problems were inconsequential. 2. the events of wednesday night plus bonus epilogue: he choked

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[myonephonecall]

dreams are there to be REMEMBERED and FELT, not analyzed?

slimy black ooze

wasn't there an every science fiction movie ever that played to this metaphor/fear?

peacock plumage evolved for good reasons