Ten million dollars to the person who can make sense of this fucking dream for me. Most I can think it means is that I shouldn't be fucking watching Anime movies and stripper shows on Playboy before I hit the sack...
So I'm in some sort of fucking hacking thing, I dunno. Some sort of cross between the matrix/hackers/suicidegirls.com. I know, real fucking weird. Some I'm wired at night or something, my boy Carmine (who's house I stayed over at last night, Gino Gambino is his wrestling name) is going nuts on it or something...shit I should've posted this as soon as I woke up, cause I forget a lot now. Anyway, the main part I DO remember is that there was some young girl. She looked vaguely familier, but don't they all in dreams? So she's a lil' nutty or something, and I'm chatting with her for a while. I figure maybe she was real into me or something, some kind of puppy-love kid thing, and she suddenly is undressed completely. So, since she's young, I'm explaining shit like "Oh, yeah, well, yer great and all but I'm too old.", we keep talking, and suddenly an Escort pops in. NO, not a sex-service Escort, someone who's paid to take you from one place to another. They mainly use them on kids when they're parents don't want to take them from one place to another. I have a LOT of hatred towards this busniess. Anyway, so in a flash I'm trying to calm this girl down because I know as well as she does that her parents are having her shipped off somewhere, when all of the sudden she starts going nuts, slicing herself in small cuts all over her body, only a half inch away from another one. She's in a blur doing it, unreal like. The Escort is just standing there. RIGHT BEFORE she slices he clit, I slam into this escort dude and push him out of the way, screaming for her to stop. I end up carrying her out of her little high-tech room, her all crying in my arms.
I am SO fucked up. I figure maybe it ties into my old connection with being shipped off to fucked up schools while I was young, and also with my whole controled-self mutilation thing.
Whatever....
I have public request, BTW, from a friend of mine. He needs a website set up, intrict detail. OR the best that can be done, at least. Anyone interested can e-mail me or contact me on AIM at shinrampc505e1@aol.com
Goin' to some SG Party on the Lower East Side tomorrow night. Hope to see some of yah there. Til next time...
--Glass Danny
Self Proclaimed Poet Loriat of Scarsdale, NY
So I'm in some sort of fucking hacking thing, I dunno. Some sort of cross between the matrix/hackers/suicidegirls.com. I know, real fucking weird. Some I'm wired at night or something, my boy Carmine (who's house I stayed over at last night, Gino Gambino is his wrestling name) is going nuts on it or something...shit I should've posted this as soon as I woke up, cause I forget a lot now. Anyway, the main part I DO remember is that there was some young girl. She looked vaguely familier, but don't they all in dreams? So she's a lil' nutty or something, and I'm chatting with her for a while. I figure maybe she was real into me or something, some kind of puppy-love kid thing, and she suddenly is undressed completely. So, since she's young, I'm explaining shit like "Oh, yeah, well, yer great and all but I'm too old.", we keep talking, and suddenly an Escort pops in. NO, not a sex-service Escort, someone who's paid to take you from one place to another. They mainly use them on kids when they're parents don't want to take them from one place to another. I have a LOT of hatred towards this busniess. Anyway, so in a flash I'm trying to calm this girl down because I know as well as she does that her parents are having her shipped off somewhere, when all of the sudden she starts going nuts, slicing herself in small cuts all over her body, only a half inch away from another one. She's in a blur doing it, unreal like. The Escort is just standing there. RIGHT BEFORE she slices he clit, I slam into this escort dude and push him out of the way, screaming for her to stop. I end up carrying her out of her little high-tech room, her all crying in my arms.
I am SO fucked up. I figure maybe it ties into my old connection with being shipped off to fucked up schools while I was young, and also with my whole controled-self mutilation thing.
Whatever....
I have public request, BTW, from a friend of mine. He needs a website set up, intrict detail. OR the best that can be done, at least. Anyone interested can e-mail me or contact me on AIM at shinrampc505e1@aol.com
Goin' to some SG Party on the Lower East Side tomorrow night. Hope to see some of yah there. Til next time...
--Glass Danny
Self Proclaimed Poet Loriat of Scarsdale, NY