mrginger

I worked my 1st day at a new job today. I've had years of experience preparing sushi and today I didn't even chop an onion or make a beautiful or unique plate of food. I just made sure that soups and hot bar dishes were in full supply. I have made so many people happy by representing the food they enjoy in a light that they hadn't themselves imagined. To only make sure that expected items were available for lazy mechanical eaters to ingest and digest out of strict need and cantankerous efficiency seemed sacrilegious. I feel like I have to open a business where I can represent my love for art in food on a piece of ground I planed myself. I may have to. It may just save my life.


The many woes of trials and obstacles of tribulation trying to devour me have at least succeeded in challenging my sleep. A good night's rest eludes me like proud nudists do the briar. 4 or 5 in the morning greets me with anger. My eyelids are peeled apart in a desert tornado. I wake up to fully accumulated thoughts of the stresses embracing me. I wake up wide awake and agonizing.

Last morning It was near 5. I sat up straight to look at my legs. This dream was short but I had to be sure. In my sleep I had dreamed I'd woken up to find my upper legs completely overwhelmed by 2.5 inch long nails sunk halfway in to my skin in a tightly regimented formation. I was bleeding steady but not profusely. The ache was almost in my throat. Before I could stand I had to pull each one out with the teeth of a hammer. Then I could really wake up.

What the fucking shit? hmmmmmmm?