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bones sinking like stones.

all of us are done for

Clockwork Psychopath

life is clearly in black and white. and the grey area to me, is when the dreams come to you non-stop. black and white, because the more you think of why things happen, the more reasons you have to explain it. and confusing as hell, i can't figure out all 3 dreams i had today. ok, so the last one i had is probably related to my new-found obsession with .. something. but the rest of the dreams ive been having lately, are down right weird and do not connect on any level. i guess thats the whole point of having grey areas in life.


i stepped out of the lift and at the corner of my eye, i saw someone standing still at the staircase. and a split second later, he was at the top and jutting his head out only for me to catch a glimpse of it for a split second.

i tell you i would have pee-ed my pants soaking wet if i hadn't vomited there and then.
i thought it was another ghost dream.
so the young bastard just comes down and asks, 'why are you vomiting?'.

bastard.
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