Libido Goes When Dreams Begin...
Libido goes when dreams begin and I should know because for the last five years I acted on one and forgot completely about the other but now the time has come my little friends to realise that when you cut down stop completely nearly something that you have done for five years then you start to stop doing other things that you did do and so believe that maybe you only ever did that anyway because of what you did but which you now do not do.
I have a headache. Have a paracetamol.
I hate it how people inflect the CET so instead of PA-RA-SEET-A-MOL it becomes PA-RA-SET-A-MOL.
please. stop. doing. it. now.
But yeah, I am having some weird dreams. Example 1: Dad puts £500 on a 30/1 shot. (Dad hasn’t got £500. 30/1 does not exist as a price - dreams are fuck-ing weird). Get this: My Dad loses. He claims it was a dead cert and says: “I’ll never trust him again.” (Who? Nobody gives him tips - dreams are fuck-ing weird). Get this then: After telling me about the bet, he takes a towel and a drink to bed. For some unknown reason I know he is going to kill hisself (he didn’t. I told him this dream the next day - dreams are fuck-ing weird). Examples 2: Old school friend who wasn’t much of a school friend appears in dream. He says: ‘do you want to play Crazy Chess?’ I say No. (I didn’t ask him what it was, just declined. Dreams are fuck-ing weird). Example 3: I am in local swimming baths in male changing rooms with a woman (I did not see her face) I could only see her ‘bits’ ifyouseewhatimean and then the next thing y’know a waterfall is coming out of my willy…we aint talking an exaggeration here…it was HUGE and made a noise loud as a drill in your head and it is moving Unknown Girl upwards like a fire hose and I shit you not I woke up with a start and had to check my bed. Everything was ok. Well, dry…but that’s what I meant anyway. I didn’t tell my Dad that one.
Perhaps he had killed hisself with a towel and a drink…
…or perhaps I just don’t discuss near-wet-dreams with my Family. Call me a man of principle but it is one of my many few rules.
Sweet Dreams x
I have a headache. Have a paracetamol.
I hate it how people inflect the CET so instead of PA-RA-SEET-A-MOL it becomes PA-RA-SET-A-MOL.
please. stop. doing. it. now.
But yeah, I am having some weird dreams. Example 1: Dad puts £500 on a 30/1 shot. (Dad hasn’t got £500. 30/1 does not exist as a price - dreams are fuck-ing weird). Get this: My Dad loses. He claims it was a dead cert and says: “I’ll never trust him again.” (Who? Nobody gives him tips - dreams are fuck-ing weird). Get this then: After telling me about the bet, he takes a towel and a drink to bed. For some unknown reason I know he is going to kill hisself (he didn’t. I told him this dream the next day - dreams are fuck-ing weird). Examples 2: Old school friend who wasn’t much of a school friend appears in dream. He says: ‘do you want to play Crazy Chess?’ I say No. (I didn’t ask him what it was, just declined. Dreams are fuck-ing weird). Example 3: I am in local swimming baths in male changing rooms with a woman (I did not see her face) I could only see her ‘bits’ ifyouseewhatimean and then the next thing y’know a waterfall is coming out of my willy…we aint talking an exaggeration here…it was HUGE and made a noise loud as a drill in your head and it is moving Unknown Girl upwards like a fire hose and I shit you not I woke up with a start and had to check my bed. Everything was ok. Well, dry…but that’s what I meant anyway. I didn’t tell my Dad that one.
Perhaps he had killed hisself with a towel and a drink…
…or perhaps I just don’t discuss near-wet-dreams with my Family. Call me a man of principle but it is one of my many few rules.
Sweet Dreams x