So the beginning of my dream I can't quite recall...how exactly I got into this place, but I did revisit it and wake up a couple times in between and re-entered it in different situations....
In any case I am running around and my family is there, and I remember my cousin in Colorado having a skin worm (this didn't really happen but was the history to the dream)..which she popped, like a zit, and watched the black head of the worm poke out of her pore and fall on the ground...This was a small worm, however.
My legs start itching and I am seeing little white mounds growing under the skin of my legs, which is sort of see through...I get frantic, remembering the subdermal worms, and begin to squeeze certain places on my legs...I squeeze, and like before, the black pin head of the white worm pops out, textured like gnochi with the round sections and drops on the ground...I am freaking screaming for my Dad to tell me what is going on but he is busy doing other things so it's my friends helping me...I pop another as it was one previously aggravated and ready to hatch, ...
It's odd how strange my days blend and blend into one composite ball of existing....
I have no interest in wasting my life away plugging along in chat rooms and essentially accomplishing nothing, this time spent could be so much better used....in completing more art, and breathing more sun in...I am too pale anyways to really feel like I've gotten my shots of vitamin D to the extent of liberal exposure...
In any case, there will be more pictures posted later this evening or tomorrow evening, depending on when I can get to Eric's house....and I dyed my hair again...so it's more "nat-chral" as much as that can be with a mahogany base with eggplant stripes and some more tangy orange bits...kind of like a pie....or some fruit that tastes really yummy....
more kissmas chopping today
kiss kiss to babeh oink!!!!!!!!!!!!
in any case...here we are another Tuesday afternoon, with Bjorn probing my head and, my tolerance waning thin. I get easily aggravated, and I have no patience for bullshit, like yesterday's bit when I went to see Hank Williams III, at CBGB's, and there are Teresa and Jeff rambling on about how the song that Jeff and I worked on (after removing me from all of the verses) was going to be used in some productions of carson daily, and there the two of them were, flaking off with carson's assistant, t-balls, claiming this song was going to be some smash hit...and me, being as aggravated as I could possibly be, huffed off while eric shot the shit with Teresa's boss...
Well today was going to be dye deanna's hair black day, yet Bjorn keeps rambling on about how deathly pale I am and how ugly I will be with black hair...which incidentally is as close as we get to my real hair color...so---off to ghetto beauty to get a better brown or some shit...fuckers WHY CAN'T EVERYONE JUST SHUT UP???????????
