Dreams/pidgeons

[kornflakee]

Had a dream I became famous for writing, but I had no idea why. Me and Patrick were on a stage, staring at a mass of teenage girls. We laid on the floor with blankets and ignored the frantic crowds. Eventually a girl came up and gave us microphones and told me to kick off the proceedings. I stood silently until I woke up

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pancakes

[aceofrakes]

I really think that dream could be more of a premonition. Even if you don't have total faith in your exact writing ability you clearly demonstrate an ability to communicate passionately and interestingly. Also :3

In a recent lack of groceries I found myself fumbling with my remainder of provisions; Aunt Jemima's Pancake Mix. Previously I had attempted to cook the cakes only to mix the powder and water in improper ratios resulting in gritty or runny abominations of inedible consequence. This week's hunger implored me to once again attempt the culinary gauntlet of pancake preparation. Fortunately St. Jemima smiled upon me and golden fluffy cakes flowed like sweet wine flowing like water in a perfect pancake river. I didn't burn a single one.

Re: pancakes

[kornflakee]

I noticed the first time I came up to get pancakes that every one in the bin was somewhat blackened and then looked to the old man, who seemed to not be satisfied with any of his pancakes until they had converted from soft, smooth confections into rough, charred pieces of shit. I kinda hated him until he uttered something that reminded me of blowjobs.