Detox

I need a dream. Things get done when dreams are had. As of right now the only dream I can see is being a child and running all over the world. But what kind of dream is that? What are the subplots to this dream, and what is it that I need to be running all over? Questions and silence. I need to grab a sledge hammer and work it out. I need to knock down some of these  walls that are preventing my dreams from expanding into the realms of reality. Dr. Iran needs a bullet in the head. Maybe I’ll become a nightmare and go kill. Maybe I’ll fall off this planet. Maybe I don’t care. Maybe I’ll sit crossed legged while this world destructs. I’ve burnt money before, in fire pits, maybe I’ll close my bank account, and let the soles of my feet harden from the lack of shoes. I’ll eat grass and drink mud, and live in trees, and when I feel the urge, capture creatures for nourishment. Maybe I’ll go to town today and feel completely different by the time I return. Maybe I just need to detox.

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