Last night
I dreamed that a ninja-like-bedouin-like person was sitting at the end of my bed - their voice was really clear and calm, kinda like my eighth grade algebra teacher -- they said:
“If you follow the trail of blood, empty bullet cases, razor blades, anti-depressants, alcohol, crack-heroin, cigarettes, pan-fried p&b-banana-bacon sandwiches, and sleeping pills, you’ll be there in no time.”
And then they disappeared.
“If you follow the trail of blood, empty bullet cases, razor blades, anti-depressants, alcohol, crack-heroin, cigarettes, pan-fried p&b-banana-bacon sandwiches, and sleeping pills, you’ll be there in no time.”
And then they disappeared.