September 6th, 2002

Yue grim

I Need to Fumigate My Subconscious

For some reason, my dreams of late seem to be infested with bugs. Mostly spiders, but also some non-existant varieties, such as the rather large, white-carapaced thing with all the mandibles and pinchers, or the grasshopper the size of a piece of Christmas fruitcake, who accompanied the spiders this morning.

I would also appreciate it if my dreams would stop being set at the Ogden Street house where I grew up. I don't live there any more, why is it that part of my brain still does?

-The Gneech <-- has issues, apparently
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