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more fucked up dreams
01.07.03 12:28 p.m.

dreams last night/this morning included one about me digging up neanderthals in northern france/belgium and instead of finding cavemen in the caves I found 20,000 years worth of human dumping ground. all the bodies were only partly decomposed for some reason and they were all grabbing at me, they were all bloated and slimey. I got away because they would grab at me and I would pull away and the flesh would slide off their bones.

dream number two that I remember: I'm in shortsville (podunk town I lived in till I was 12) I was at my evil aunt n uncles old house on water street. I was there with preston and lon was around somewhere. lon and I were on our way to ohio but we couldnt leave yet cuz the car was parked in. I was trying to find my mom to move her car and I ended up finding her corpse in a closet. didnt freak out at all, though preston did cuz he thought I killed her. she had been scratched by something that poisoned her, like some kind of thorn or something. I dont remember much else, just that it was a pain in the ass dragging my moms carcass down to the car. it wouldnt fit in the trunk. then the whole thing started over again, I was back in the house looking for my mom and she was alive and working on some flowers and I saw the thorns but didnt warn her. after she died again me n lon put her body in our car and took hers to ohio.


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About Me
I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


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WHAT'S MY NAME?!?