I dreamt that I broke off my fingers, the pinkies anyway, just grabbed on and snapped it one way, then the other, and off it came like worn, brittled plastic.
I was walking in the garden, next to the sunflowers.
"Femininity practise?" Clemens said "But it has no boobs!" "There's more to feminity than that, you know" I reply, having mostly practised soft shoulders. "No. Women consist only of breasts and long legs" ( Read more... )
I had a really unpleasant dream where everything I said came out retarded - as in mumbling like a Down's syndrome person - while it was clear in my head. Most people around me treated me like shit or groped me randomly to tease. My arms did not respond properly, attempt to attack back were feeble and powerless
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