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« Reply #15 on: April 18, 2006, 08:45:00 AM »
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« Reply #16 on: April 19, 2006, 12:09:00 PM »
Last night I had a dream about a bunch of Straight survivors kidnapping Miller and Ruth Newton and chaining them to blue chairs in a basement. They were shot up with heroin every day until they became addicted, were made to sit in their shit, and were fed dog food that the Survivors had pissed or shit in. Miller was forced to listen to Death Metal 24/7 and had his eyes held open by those things they used in Clockwork Orange so he couldn't avert his gaze when Ruthie was gangraped by a bunch of syphalitic crackheads. Afterward, Ruthie was confronted for being a slut and enjoying it. Then, in my dream, Miller was made to go through withdrawal cold turkey and was repeatedly kicked in the balls and sodomized with a cattle prod. The Survivors showed him news footage of the car wreck that killed his son Marc and daughter Johanna in a fiery crash. Miller was then force fed his own shit, and was then taken to a closet where he had his mouth propped open and placed in front of a glory hole at a gay bar. He was then given a jalepeno juice enema, and taken back to the basement, where he sat in his own shit, chained to a blue chair for months. Eventually, he died of AIDS that he got from either the glory hole or a dirty needle that was used to shoot him up with heroin. Ruthie was given 15,000 micrograms of LSD and turned loose in Ybor City, naked, after being shot up with cocaine. She wandered out into the street and was hit and killed by a garbage truck. Then an angel of God came down to throw the souls of the two shitbags to Hell, after he shook the hands of each of the Straight Survivors who participated, saying "the Man upstairs sends His regards on a job well done." What a beautiful dream! Does anybody else have dreams like that? Share them!
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« Reply #17 on: April 19, 2006, 03:28:00 PM »
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« Reply #18 on: August 03, 2006, 03:05:31 AM »
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pirate who was the hopttest girl in the place?


Do you know the pure cane sugar girl ??

I fell in love with her in $tr8.  I remember the day they brought her back into group.  She was wearin a pink, fuzzy, kasmir sweater(...too magical to touch) and a tight pair of dark blue jeans.  A defiant resolve upon her face.  For some mysterious reason they left her make-up on.  

I remember her still...that way...

I could not forget her... I have always thought about her...for all this time...I wrote my M.I.s about her...

I came on this board to find her...and I did.

She don't come round here though.

She told me that she had been in love with me too, the whole time...so long ago.

We were in love from across the staff aisle with each other...we witnessed each other's struggle...

I called her several times last year and we told each other how we had felt...so long ago.

I watched her for so long...I felt her when she stood up and talked.  She was my dream...

I've missed her now

She is so far away...

But I still feel strongly.

Some of you will understand my reference...

If I could see her tomorrow I would still give her the sweetest kiss she ever knew...

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« Reply #19 on: August 03, 2006, 03:24:29 AM »
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On 2006-03-24 00:09:00, Anonymous wrote:


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On 2006-03-23 16:10:00, dragonfly wrote:



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On 2006-03-23 16:06:00, Anonymous wrote:




"well a few nights ago I dreamed that in my basement there was a crack in the wall, and some dirt had washed out from behind the cinder blocks, as I looked the crack opened and I could see a corpse. As I looked the crack opened the full length of her body.









I was totally horrified and the hair was standing up on my neck. There was dried flesh on her bones and her eyeballs had dried into little wafers of flesh in the sockets. I could see she had been buried in a red dress. She lifted herself out of the hole in the wall and I stepped back, she kept coming toward me and I backed out of the basement and backed up the stairs. As she climbed the stairs I could see that her flesh was restoring itself her skin was growing, her dress was becoming bright red and finally her face was visible and beautiful.









At the top of the stairs I was no longer afraid of her and I asked her name, she said her name was Ortina Ridicula. I invited her to come sit with me on the couch. She was very shy and ashamed of being dead and afraid that it seemed strange that she had come back to life. As we walked to the couch, I asked her how old she was, she said she was born in 1916, and had died in 1950, the year my house had been built. Sitting on the couch she rested her bare leg on my ?lap? and I became very excited. Just at that moment my housemate came home and went into the kitchen. I followed her and whispered that Ortina was dead.









Next we were all waking up from a nap, I went downstairs and found Ortina sleeping on the rubble that had spilled out from the masonry wall. I told her she did not have to sleep there, she could sleep in a bed. I looked over to my bedroom and someone (myself in another body in the past) was working at a computer, he asked if we were ready for the ceremony. I suddenly remembered that there were preparations upstairs for some sort of Zen cult ceremony. Ortina and I went and sat on the floor with everyone else. The ceremony began with two cult priests, a man and a woman, wearing white robes, blowing dust out of a coconut shell. But the dust turned out to be pot smoke. They were burning big buds and blowing thick smoke out into the room all the while doing a goofy dance and speaking gibberish.









So all you Jungians what?s all this about?  This dream really made an impression on me, I even did a google search for Ortina  Ridicula, there was one link but it was in Spanish and was going take 15 minutes to download.        




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well, that was me, I was hoping to explain a poem I wrote on the Haiku thread and was called a sick bastard for some reason."







Sick bastard?  Are you not a girl?  I thought Dragonfly was a girl name."








Helloooo... have you just started reading some of the posts written by Dragonfly? It's pretty obvious he's not a chick, so start paying attention!!


..and also...this is funny, especially if you know dragonfly... :rofl:  :rofl:  :rofl:
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« Reply #21 on: August 03, 2006, 10:51:47 AM »
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It was 3:30 AM, My friend Jeremy was driving us up Merrimon Ave. drinking a large bottle of Vodka, like my friend Jonathon would do, I was in the back seat with Mikey, on the floor board smoking a bowl, hiding from a farm trailer full of fiftyish year old cheerleaders, we got to the brewery and Princess Leah was there, but she was also just an actress, I asked her to marry me, she agreed. Then I realized I was just a child and not sexually mature. I woke up so dissapointed.


My son is named Jeremy !
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