dreams and rants
hhahahaaha i found this bit of writing in my mess of crap...i remember writing this...i had returned from the squib's house...molly will know what i'm talking about because i didn't...this is funny and lame...nobody. acrid very acrid...hahaha.
what i wondered about most was would i ever be back again?
and as you read this and try to relate and try to imagine what exactly is it i'm talking about, you can't...because you are not me...you have not seen anything i have...you have not breathed anything i have...you have nothing and i am still happy.
as i walked back home i wondered...if i should try to get reaccustomed to the same old because i can't seem to figure out where it all went away, for how long, when it came back and if it would ever go away...one more dot away from insanity...
have you ever walked down stairs knowing that what you hear isn't really...or is reality anything but what your mind tells you? obviously...so i guess...i can flush my brain...now i'm just worried...time to go to sleep or something...but somebody always calls you back...what if you could never stop sneezing...what if the tiny voice in your head that chatters away constantly, without boundary, never really letting you find out exactly what it is that it wants you to know or keep guessing...you know life is messed up when the tiny voice in your head is saquib malik.
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i was a mutant at that point in time...oye...i am remembering a dream i had...it was just like a movie...it ended with chumpango and i climbing trees HAHAHA...I JUST remembered that...i dunno what sparked it...but it's coming back to me...excellent...i was...i remember...roof tops...climbing...loose shingles?? is that what they're called?? shingles...i remember a maze of roofs...somewhere...it was familiar...dogs...there was a large dog...it was trying to get at me...i remember, attempted slow motion biting...there was a store, a mall...we...there were other people...i caught a thief...he had stolen something...i was not sure what...it didn't seem reasonable at the time to care...but to just catch him and...the air was verypure in this place and the print...i mean i know...movieshave prints dreams do not...but dream was shot with a really good camera...i remember something...very vague...was there time in the sky? no i think that's something else...there was a balding man...old...you know your typical small, watery eyed, sweet old gentleman store slaesman person...guy...he was in the mall...in a particular department...i think he was the one who had been robbed...and he asked me not to tell anyone that i had caught the thief...i had brought the package back to this man...he asked me not to tell because it would just cause needless scandal...so i thought that was fine...but i told somebody anyway...or maybe i didn't and i did at the same time...dreams have an odd way of working...i'm really pleased i remembered this...because i had intended to...so then i told somebody about the theft...then something went wrong...they wanted to give me a reward...i brought them down to where the old man worked...he was in this small room...we're all in this mall...huge huge place...lots of little this's and thats's and what-nots...fresh air...excellent print...nice bland colours hahaha...dramlike state...a dream with a dream like state...they came with me...people...and then this guy panicked...the old man...he brought me inside the room and asked me if i had told anybody...and i said yes...i told him not to worry, the store manager people didn't mind...and he just freaks out at the mention of the manager people...and he tries to push me? i can't really say...but then i remember the end...the old man was trying to hide the package i had rescued...it was all torn up and the contents were visible...the manager people were dragging him out of the room...they were going to throw him out...apparently they knew something...hahahahahahahaahha...and then i looked at the package...mannnnnnnn...this dream was insanely real...it's like i was there...it's insane...so pleased...the package was all torn up...it was a white cardboard box...small...well, medium sized...it was all torn...hahaha there was crushed nutmeg in it...half of it was missing...some of it had been spilt...i could smell it in my dream...the nutmeg...the old man had been...maximizing his utility hahahaha. excellent...i love it when stuff comes back to me...i think this is when i kind of woke up and talked to a friend who wasn't there and saw alien hands groping at me from the corner of my eye...hahaha yeah it sounds ridiculous...but i can't bother to explain all that...you'll remember it now...but i didn't explain this well...so you might not. screw it...there'll be more dreams...
martin pale...out on bail.
what i wondered about most was would i ever be back again?
and as you read this and try to relate and try to imagine what exactly is it i'm talking about, you can't...because you are not me...you have not seen anything i have...you have not breathed anything i have...you have nothing and i am still happy.
as i walked back home i wondered...if i should try to get reaccustomed to the same old because i can't seem to figure out where it all went away, for how long, when it came back and if it would ever go away...one more dot away from insanity...
have you ever walked down stairs knowing that what you hear isn't really...or is reality anything but what your mind tells you? obviously...so i guess...i can flush my brain...now i'm just worried...time to go to sleep or something...but somebody always calls you back...what if you could never stop sneezing...what if the tiny voice in your head that chatters away constantly, without boundary, never really letting you find out exactly what it is that it wants you to know or keep guessing...you know life is messed up when the tiny voice in your head is saquib malik.
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i was a mutant at that point in time...oye...i am remembering a dream i had...it was just like a movie...it ended with chumpango and i climbing trees HAHAHA...I JUST remembered that...i dunno what sparked it...but it's coming back to me...excellent...i was...i remember...roof tops...climbing...loose shingles?? is that what they're called?? shingles...i remember a maze of roofs...somewhere...it was familiar...dogs...there was a large dog...it was trying to get at me...i remember, attempted slow motion biting...there was a store, a mall...we...there were other people...i caught a thief...he had stolen something...i was not sure what...it didn't seem reasonable at the time to care...but to just catch him and...the air was verypure in this place and the print...i mean i know...movieshave prints dreams do not...but dream was shot with a really good camera...i remember something...very vague...was there time in the sky? no i think that's something else...there was a balding man...old...you know your typical small, watery eyed, sweet old gentleman store slaesman person...guy...he was in the mall...in a particular department...i think he was the one who had been robbed...and he asked me not to tell anyone that i had caught the thief...i had brought the package back to this man...he asked me not to tell because it would just cause needless scandal...so i thought that was fine...but i told somebody anyway...or maybe i didn't and i did at the same time...dreams have an odd way of working...i'm really pleased i remembered this...because i had intended to...so then i told somebody about the theft...then something went wrong...they wanted to give me a reward...i brought them down to where the old man worked...he was in this small room...we're all in this mall...huge huge place...lots of little this's and thats's and what-nots...fresh air...excellent print...nice bland colours hahaha...dramlike state...a dream with a dream like state...they came with me...people...and then this guy panicked...the old man...he brought me inside the room and asked me if i had told anybody...and i said yes...i told him not to worry, the store manager people didn't mind...and he just freaks out at the mention of the manager people...and he tries to push me? i can't really say...but then i remember the end...the old man was trying to hide the package i had rescued...it was all torn up and the contents were visible...the manager people were dragging him out of the room...they were going to throw him out...apparently they knew something...hahahahahahahaahha...and then i looked at the package...mannnnnnnn...this dream was insanely real...it's like i was there...it's insane...so pleased...the package was all torn up...it was a white cardboard box...small...well, medium sized...it was all torn...hahaha there was crushed nutmeg in it...half of it was missing...some of it had been spilt...i could smell it in my dream...the nutmeg...the old man had been...maximizing his utility hahahaha. excellent...i love it when stuff comes back to me...i think this is when i kind of woke up and talked to a friend who wasn't there and saw alien hands groping at me from the corner of my eye...hahaha yeah it sounds ridiculous...but i can't bother to explain all that...you'll remember it now...but i didn't explain this well...so you might not. screw it...there'll be more dreams...
martin pale...out on bail.
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