Regret my hasty words, "I profess to be against capitalism, but..." They were wrong. This cityscape was built on capitalism, but can remain without it ( Read more... )

A small creature, reminds me of a koala bear, without the claws and round nose. It's fuzzy, orange, with a small face that's unremarkable. It's quite active, clinging to me one moment, then crawling away to fiddle around with things in my living room, then crawls back up my body, clinging to my shoulders. It makes grunting noises, much like a ( Read more... )

Life is full of could-never-be's, regrets, and what-might-have-beens. They're a part of us and we carry them for a long time. Is it good to forget those you once loved? I don't want to forget my loves. And they were my loves. I loved them all. Love isn't a grand, once-in-a-lifetime thing, it's commonplace. There are different kinds of love ( Read more... )

I meet a woman and she makes a pass at me. She's familiar, but I can't place her name or face. She smiles and presses close, unzipping my pants and pulling out my cock, which swells further with each stroke.

Then I woke up.

Dream I know the President personally, and realize I've had this dream before. I live in a cabin that reminds me of my old home in Grayland. I think it's his vacation house, but I'm allowed to live there ( Read more... )

On the phone with my grandmother explaining to her how Somalia became a failed state. This isn't something I'm really an expert on, but I think I got the basic stuff right, from Mohamed Siad Barre's unsuccessful invasion of Ethiopia, to the failed U.S.-led peacekeeping mission in the 90's, to the present civil war between the Islamists and Somalia ( Read more... )

I am getting ready for a trip to Westport. My apartment is different. It's 1970's style with shag carpet and cheap wood paneling on the walls. I live downtown now, though I'm not sure if this is Portland or Seattle. I've been given a new running suit by someone (presumably a scientist for a private company) for testing. I can run much faster ( Read more... )

I had the most wonderful dream last night. It's a shame I don't remember it now. I woke up smiling, and smiled even more when I realized how comfortable and warm I was buried under my blanket. As I lay in this blissed-out state, I completely forgot to reach for the pen and paper at the side of my bed to record this curious happening. I say ( Read more... )

Drug dealer handing me a sack of weed. He says it's the chronic, I can see it's laced with crystal meth and tell him so. He admits it is, but insists I buy it. "That shit'll fuck you up!" I angrily refuse ( Read more... )

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