Most of what just happened to me was crazy. I dozed off for about 30 minutes while watching Fringe/digesting corned beef and cabbage. The 30-minute-dream felt like hours. Before i go any further…
I’ve remained “free” for a long time. If there’s anything I pride myself over it’s my freedom. I can do what I want, when I want with little to no stress. I can detach from things easily as long as i remain busy. Call it a talent if you will or a curse if you know what i’m talking about. I believe i’ve set myself up to be apart of the next big step in world history.
I had a vision. A prophecy of what’s to happen. The world doesn’t end. It ends as we know it in a functioning manner. Things will change in ways you wouldn’t think, yet remain the same in other ways. People will be confused for a period of time. They will come together, then turn on each other. There will be variations of both to follow. i’m not a leader that leads the human race to salvation, but I seed a pattern of kindness to lay to rest some ill will, and shitty shit shit.
I think this dream just may be a mixture of the following in excess: Fringe, Battlestar Galactica, Starcraft 2, Albuquerque, finding out everybody hates my ex, corned beef, cabbage, carrots, honey nut cherios, a watcha macall it, graphe juice, milk, and a reeces peanut butter easter egg.
I think i’m really just spouting this out, and believing it so i don’t get a ‘real’ job before 2013.
Being a profit is a full-time job with perks like grapes and over sized women feeding them to me. And sunny d. Lots of sunny d. A fountain of sunny d that i bath in and drink from (I am clean. the cleanest. not to be refuted.)
Golllllllyyyyyyy where did you get that alligator hand bag.
