Three recent dreams
Drug dealer handing me a sack of weed. He says it's the chronic, I can see it's laced with crystal meth and tell him so. He admits it is, but insists I buy it. "That shit'll fuck you up!" I angrily refuse.
A reporter's interviewing a punk with a skateboard. He has short hair, Converse, black shorts with hairy legs and a black band shirt I can't make out. Intro to "Social Worm," by Fallout:
"Do you dance in your living room"
"Oh, you don't dance to heavy metal, you thrash to heavy metal"
It's an open-air punk show. Brings to mind the Tokyo scene report photos in the most recent maximumrocknroll, only it's an old railyard, not a park.
"Ah, whudda you want John?"
"I wanna buy some dope off ya."
In the first-person. Scratching flakes of dry skin from the inner side of my right eye. Tissue get softer, spongier as I scrape away the first layer. There's some discharge. I remove the remainder of the infected tissue, coming off in one piece. Thick discolored, covered in blood and pus.
A reporter's interviewing a punk with a skateboard. He has short hair, Converse, black shorts with hairy legs and a black band shirt I can't make out. Intro to "Social Worm," by Fallout:
"Do you dance in your living room"
"Oh, you don't dance to heavy metal, you thrash to heavy metal"
It's an open-air punk show. Brings to mind the Tokyo scene report photos in the most recent maximumrocknroll, only it's an old railyard, not a park.
"Ah, whudda you want John?"
"I wanna buy some dope off ya."
In the first-person. Scratching flakes of dry skin from the inner side of my right eye. Tissue get softer, spongier as I scrape away the first layer. There's some discharge. I remove the remainder of the infected tissue, coming off in one piece. Thick discolored, covered in blood and pus.