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May 2013

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Very Discincerting Dream

First I was a cocaine kingpin. I wanted to get out of the life. I called in a raid on my own house, grabbed all my money and important shit, and ran. Somehow it involved running water over a box of 'hot money'. On the phone with the cops, I said 'I'm not going to prison, just come and clear up all the bullshit.' Then I was his son, still in the house, who was also a friend of mine LL. My mother, the ghetto trophy wife, was abusive, but self-righteous about my welfare, if that makes sense. She commented on how my pajama pants were scratchy on my penis, and grabbed it. She left then, too. I (the son, still) was applying at some social services for help. What I wrote on my application... it broke my heart. 'I am scum forced from her vagina, I am nothing...' It was so strange.

Now I am wide awake, even though it's early. I'm going to clean the fuck out of my house.

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