Washing machines have gotten so complicated in the last 100 years.
Yeah so I shook the shit out of it on Fat Tuesday. Proceeded to party like a rockstar. Feeling rough, our hero drags his ass into the mountains with a few friends to celebrate the new year under the stars cooking beef over an open fire. A chotic wind blew the first rain since the tsunami over our holy tarp as we slept. A corpulent head cold begins to take hold
The most substantial dream of my week:
Warren (the drummer) and I go to purchase a corpse. We really want a 400yo female martyr, but she costs $400 so we have to settle on a 200yo male specimen for $200. He comes with a case. We show up at the gig. A wooden room with a blazing fireplace.The corpse is this exquisite, gruesome mummified thing with a very specific odor. We take turns trying it on and making proclamations. I get to cutting strips of its arm off and feeding them to people at the bar. I eat some too. It tastes much like it smells...but I know its a precious delicacy.
Some back woods car chases with a bus wreck ensue. Then Im down at the edge of the swamp. Tascha, my Ex is trying to cross the water to the rock Im standing on. The waters full of huge broken wine bottles and is very treacherous.
Later someone explains that museums cant afford to commission the creation of corpses, so they depend on private investors. Apparently ours is Francis Scott Key. I feel remorse for having cut up the arm.
The evening after I have this dream I get in touch with Warren and find out that he has bought a mid-size school bus that weve had our eye on. I have yet to get in touch with Tascha and see if shes OK.
Goddamned washin machines. Earlier in the week my momma asked me to help her install a new maytag over and under unit shed bought. I pulled the old washer and drier out ...hauled them down the stairs...went and picked up the new unit and dragged it up the stairs, In my mind.
Thats a lot of work. How can I say no. I freed up my Friday at work. Thurs I was already getting so sick I left early. Friday comes and the corpulent rain of 100,000 oceanic victims is in full effect. Sick as a dog in a Francis Scott Key suit I spent the day draggin appliances up and down stairs...plumbing drain...extending supply lines...reworking the vent and power supply.
Fuckin maytag over and under unit. All these little clips and systems for mating the two..Connect and disconnect. Pull apart put together add infinitum. A day of progress and failure...and its time for sound check at the wooden bar symbolized in the dream.
Dawn finds our hero under the influences...thinkin hes immortal. The next day one of his compatriots seeks medical attention for side effects of rock n roll fever. N He continues to try to coaxe a rhino dick up micky mouses ass. Thats the maytag for ya....get in there you lousy bitch....dont wanna fit? Pull it out and try again. Over and over....must go crash...must hide from Saturday night. I have a radio show to do. Well today Ive given it another 4 hours and I think its in the hole...still gonna have to do a bunch of cabinetry to finish the job...But theres no time for that no. Gotta scrub em and meet the band at the station!
Yeah so I shook the shit out of it on Fat Tuesday. Proceeded to party like a rockstar. Feeling rough, our hero drags his ass into the mountains with a few friends to celebrate the new year under the stars cooking beef over an open fire. A chotic wind blew the first rain since the tsunami over our holy tarp as we slept. A corpulent head cold begins to take hold
The most substantial dream of my week:
Warren (the drummer) and I go to purchase a corpse. We really want a 400yo female martyr, but she costs $400 so we have to settle on a 200yo male specimen for $200. He comes with a case. We show up at the gig. A wooden room with a blazing fireplace.The corpse is this exquisite, gruesome mummified thing with a very specific odor. We take turns trying it on and making proclamations. I get to cutting strips of its arm off and feeding them to people at the bar. I eat some too. It tastes much like it smells...but I know its a precious delicacy.
Some back woods car chases with a bus wreck ensue. Then Im down at the edge of the swamp. Tascha, my Ex is trying to cross the water to the rock Im standing on. The waters full of huge broken wine bottles and is very treacherous.
Later someone explains that museums cant afford to commission the creation of corpses, so they depend on private investors. Apparently ours is Francis Scott Key. I feel remorse for having cut up the arm.
The evening after I have this dream I get in touch with Warren and find out that he has bought a mid-size school bus that weve had our eye on. I have yet to get in touch with Tascha and see if shes OK.
Goddamned washin machines. Earlier in the week my momma asked me to help her install a new maytag over and under unit shed bought. I pulled the old washer and drier out ...hauled them down the stairs...went and picked up the new unit and dragged it up the stairs, In my mind.
Thats a lot of work. How can I say no. I freed up my Friday at work. Thurs I was already getting so sick I left early. Friday comes and the corpulent rain of 100,000 oceanic victims is in full effect. Sick as a dog in a Francis Scott Key suit I spent the day draggin appliances up and down stairs...plumbing drain...extending supply lines...reworking the vent and power supply.
Fuckin maytag over and under unit. All these little clips and systems for mating the two..Connect and disconnect. Pull apart put together add infinitum. A day of progress and failure...and its time for sound check at the wooden bar symbolized in the dream.
Dawn finds our hero under the influences...thinkin hes immortal. The next day one of his compatriots seeks medical attention for side effects of rock n roll fever. N He continues to try to coaxe a rhino dick up micky mouses ass. Thats the maytag for ya....get in there you lousy bitch....dont wanna fit? Pull it out and try again. Over and over....must go crash...must hide from Saturday night. I have a radio show to do. Well today Ive given it another 4 hours and I think its in the hole...still gonna have to do a bunch of cabinetry to finish the job...But theres no time for that no. Gotta scrub em and meet the band at the station!
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