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I've been dreaming a lot lately. Intense, vivid dreams. The other morning I turned off my alarm and missed two classes so I could keep on dreaming. At one point, a girl was telling me how important it is for a man to have a big penis. He will go places in life, I think she said. We were in a log cabin cafeteria and with an infuriating little smirk she asked, "Do you have a big penis?" "No, not really. Probably smaller than average, I don't really know." Today there was a spider in my room. I killed it. I hung a potato over my bed three nights ago and it represents the body and all it's imperfections. In Michigan there is a lot of snow. I miss my friend. Someday I will move away from here. My advisor wants me to apply for honors in English and write a thesis because she seems to think I'm smart or something. I think I'm going to try. I've been lying to all kinds of people lately about all kinds of things. Yesterday I traded in 88 CDs and they gave me 150 dollars and it was awesome. I'm currently reading The Sound and the Fury and the dialogue is insane and everything smells like trees.
I've resolved to turn all my secrets inside out and either expose them or make something of them.
P.S. I, I, I, me, me, me. Sorry about that. But I forgot to say that last night a girl taught me to dance, but not really.
I've resolved to turn all my secrets inside out and either expose them or make something of them.
P.S. I, I, I, me, me, me. Sorry about that. But I forgot to say that last night a girl taught me to dance, but not really.