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Here I am

GouletGoulet Posts: 918
edited December 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I had a dream last night in which I was on a plane to Nova Scotia and I was making out with some hot girl and watching a movie loosely based on the life of Barney Fife and people were dancing in the aisles to a drab beat of Moroccan drums and a Sitar was sitting in the corner playing a flute and talking to the moon and it's mistress the sun and soon the plane was doing fruit loops and the hot girl turned into a giant peach and I was eating the peach and then all the people were gone and everything was quiet until the back of the plane opened and Superman flew in and told me to stop being such a Superman and that if my Ego got any bigger i would try to make a spaghetti grinder and that wouldn't accomplish anything at all and then a Jazz musician started playing trombone and I jumped out of the plane with my peach who had turned into a parachute and I safely landed in a grove of mushroom patches and I lit a cigarette and smiled wide and then shaved all my hair off and grew a beard so that I could join a Country Club and play tennis and swim in a swimming pool filled with jelly and sperm and soon I was engulfed in a circle of giant eyes all looking at my naked and feeble body and that's when I woke up.
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  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Good Morning (I think?) Goulet!

    Man, you have some curious dreams.
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • GouletGoulet Posts: 918
    razzle dazzle!
  • GouletGoulet Posts: 918
    my parachute pants opened too soon and when i got them off it seemed so tradgic and i yelled and was upset and tradgic and not rich or wealthy or happy at all so i dive-bombed off teh top of teh utter most high mountain and landed on Mrs. Phelps underarm and she craddled me in her wicker basket and i felt oh so lovely and then it began to storm outside the rum-tum-tigger of teh thunder and teh angry mad gods and their whorey wives thier beautiful whorey wives who look unto you and love you in their eyes and feel you under their underpants but you know nothing of it and love it and the feelings in your heart erupts with blatant sadnes and you wish you could go hoem and sleep with your ex-girlfriend in your own bed and pinch her all over and make her yell out loud and say she is sorry for breaking your heart so far out of alignment that it will never be mended whole again maybe just taped together crudely at least but you won't feel like you did but that's okay because you're a great writer adn you always want to die. goodbye i'm dead now.
  • GouletGoulet Posts: 918
    LOOK!
    I was sad!
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