Dream Diary
Twice now I have been to a sub-par takeaway-only variant of McDonald's
Once in Westward Ho! and once near Uplowman
In both cases the restaurants have been cramped, the decor out of date
And the food underdone and flaky
The Westward Ho! branch served raw meat cuts
Last night I extracted a truly enormous blackhead from my face while showering
I wanted to step on it to extract the pus, but it slipped into the drain before I was able
Justin Lee Collins was perched at the top of Cabots Circus, threatening to jump
After an hour of negotiation he did the deed, perishing in sickening slow-motion detail
Much blood
An old school classmate complained about how his dog Ss had died
I told him to stop moping and just get another one called Tt
A Gigeresque craft that stood, twisted and pretzel-like, on the surface of the moon
On its underside was a cheerful Aardman-style plasticine face
Stets on my bed
Stets on my bed
Stets in my head
Stets on my bed
Team Fortress Comics #7 was finally released
Accompanied by a truly ridiculous Neil Cicierega video full of mashups
'Poops, and other ridiculous TF2 remix content. It was eighteen minutes long
"The Nick Drake Virtual Reality Experience"
The prison of choice for a cohort of juvenile offenders was a series of skylights on our roof
The boys peered through at night, leering and spitting at us, as we cowered in fear
A wide half completed crest that represented my life so far
Determined, I vowed to make the most of the rest of my crest
The curly haired tanned boy from Year 11 chased me home asking
Why the fuck I wouldn't let go of the past
Through choking lead and tripner leg around my vibrating sac of funny smiles
Through grunting skittering little demons heading our way from Epsilon Eridani IV
Through heaven's balustrade-lined crackhouse in dreams I thought I'd never parse
Parsiphaan makes his final deal and prepares the ricin goblet for you
I started keeping my current dream diary in July 2015
Shortly after I left sixth form and my formal structured world
Collapsed into the long endless path it's on now
I don't know how long I'll end up keeping the diary for
If the technology and the motivation persists
Then I could be doing this for a long time
It is scary to imagine me forty or fifty years hence
In a world where we didn't all drown or freeze
Or choke on fallout but just continued down our long endless path
And I'm still writing down what I see every night
Still with the same locations and themes and people
Once in Westward Ho! and once near Uplowman
In both cases the restaurants have been cramped, the decor out of date
And the food underdone and flaky
The Westward Ho! branch served raw meat cuts
Last night I extracted a truly enormous blackhead from my face while showering
I wanted to step on it to extract the pus, but it slipped into the drain before I was able
Justin Lee Collins was perched at the top of Cabots Circus, threatening to jump
After an hour of negotiation he did the deed, perishing in sickening slow-motion detail
Much blood
An old school classmate complained about how his dog Ss had died
I told him to stop moping and just get another one called Tt
A Gigeresque craft that stood, twisted and pretzel-like, on the surface of the moon
On its underside was a cheerful Aardman-style plasticine face
Stets on my bed
Stets on my bed
Stets in my head
Stets on my bed
Team Fortress Comics #7 was finally released
Accompanied by a truly ridiculous Neil Cicierega video full of mashups
'Poops, and other ridiculous TF2 remix content. It was eighteen minutes long
"The Nick Drake Virtual Reality Experience"
The prison of choice for a cohort of juvenile offenders was a series of skylights on our roof
The boys peered through at night, leering and spitting at us, as we cowered in fear
A wide half completed crest that represented my life so far
Determined, I vowed to make the most of the rest of my crest
The curly haired tanned boy from Year 11 chased me home asking
Why the fuck I wouldn't let go of the past
Through choking lead and tripner leg around my vibrating sac of funny smiles
Through grunting skittering little demons heading our way from Epsilon Eridani IV
Through heaven's balustrade-lined crackhouse in dreams I thought I'd never parse
Parsiphaan makes his final deal and prepares the ricin goblet for you
I started keeping my current dream diary in July 2015
Shortly after I left sixth form and my formal structured world
Collapsed into the long endless path it's on now
I don't know how long I'll end up keeping the diary for
If the technology and the motivation persists
Then I could be doing this for a long time
It is scary to imagine me forty or fifty years hence
In a world where we didn't all drown or freeze
Or choke on fallout but just continued down our long endless path
And I'm still writing down what I see every night
Still with the same locations and themes and people
Credits
Writer(s): Mattie Konig
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