I had a dream last night about being in some backwater fucked little house with my brother-in-law's family. There was some creepy pervert that lived there before, who was dead, and left all his stuff. So I stole his after dinner mints and condoms. My brother-in-law's mom was suspicious of me and wouldn't let me alone, even when I had to go potty. I watched some imaginary Batman comic stories (from a previous dream, about four years ago) animated on teevee for a while, but the millions of dogs in the house pissed me off too much. So I went outside to the back porch and there was this gross guy there, modeled after the wanker that delivered our dinner order to the clinic last night. I decided to be friends with him and started banging out a drum beat on a rusty bit of metal something, and he played guitar. Everyone was gathered around digging the music until someone said, "Why are you letting her touch those?!" Turns out the rusted metal was infected with some sort of maggot/worm and they burrowed into my skin and were greenish blue and I had to rip them out with tweezers, or they would stay under my skin for 43 years. And I could feel them moving under my skin (they moved fast!) and it was so creepy.


Old men, fear me! You will shatter under my ruthless apathetic assault!

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Old Men - 0

"I am convinced that this world is of no importance, and that the only people who care about dates are imbeciles and Spanish teachers." -- Jean Arp, 1921

"If Jesus came back and saw what people are doing in his name, he would never never stop throwing up." - Max von Sydow, "Hannah and Her Sisters"