My nightmares
don't know how
to react.
Usually,
the serial killer or
alien,
that's about to rape me
drops his machete
or his spiky cock
and has a look of
horror
on his face
as he realizes,
I know
that I
am dreaming.
My nightmare becomes
my playground.
I cut off
the head
of the alien
with his own cock.
I melt
the killer's face off
with diarrhea
that sprays
out of my nose.
Then,
I laugh
and fly away
on a sphinx.
These are my lucid dreams.
They rarely
happen,
but when they do,
I am finally
unlimited.
However,
I realized something today:
We are unlimited now.
We don't realize it,
but we
are living
in a lucid dream
everyday of our lives.
We can all
blow diarrhea
out of our noses
and fly away
on a skinned sphinx.
If only
we believed,
this world
would be
a better place.
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Friday, January 16, 2015
The Well of Mystery
We are all
intimately
sharing our
internal organs with
Hitler.
That's what a
scientist
told me.
Or at least,
that's what I think
he said he was.
Either way,
my body is not just mine
it's
Jesus'
Buddah's,
and everyone's
and everything's.
It was a lil
hard
to swallow.
Literally.
He also said,
we are
constantly
out living
death.
Meaning,
every 2 years
we replace
all
of our internal organs,
cells,
atoms,
every lil thing.
Every bit of us
dies.
Disintegrates.
Again,
my belief,
my foundation,
was crumbling.
I questioned it.
I question all.
It's just in my nature.
For now.
I don't know,
do you believe
this
is true?
Is your penis
or your
ass
yours?
Or is it
Morgan Freeman's?
Confused?
Good.
Keep digging.
The well of Mystery
goes deeper
into
the Earth.
intimately
sharing our
internal organs with
Hitler.
That's what a
scientist
told me.
Or at least,
that's what I think
he said he was.
Either way,
my body is not just mine
it's
Jesus'
Buddah's,
and everyone's
and everything's.
It was a lil
hard
to swallow.
Literally.
He also said,
we are
constantly
out living
death.
Meaning,
every 2 years
we replace
all
of our internal organs,
cells,
atoms,
every lil thing.
Every bit of us
dies.
Disintegrates.
Again,
my belief,
my foundation,
was crumbling.
I questioned it.
I question all.
It's just in my nature.
For now.
I don't know,
do you believe
this
is true?
Is your penis
or your
ass
yours?
Or is it
Morgan Freeman's?
Confused?
Good.
Keep digging.
The well of Mystery
goes deeper
into
the Earth.
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