What did I dream about last night? Witnessing a horribly violent hate-crime against my friend, being forced into group prostitution, being held at gunpoint with my face in the asphalt, having to chop my own nose off my face three times and then chop off other people's to paste onto my (bloody, noseless) face, various murders and other gruesome shit, and anal warts (yeah, I know).

So, no, I haven't been sleeping well, and I couldn't tell you why because things have been going really well.




Most Metal Dreams?






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I like seeing people I don't know with hickeys, spotting them in line at the grocery store or whatever. Colleen had a monster one two days ago, and Jesse had one last night; while he was wonderful, '70s performance art and new media art are not the same thing.