I had a nightmare today where I was working at one of my old jobs, on a broken register, at a rush time, with an endless cavalcade of difficult customers. Not difficult in a mean way, but in a way where they were completely thoughtless concerning other patrons. It went on for at least two hours of in dream time and was almost assuredly caused by me starting to choke in my sleep.

There are so many horror your mind can conjure to torment you, but this relentless mundanity is something that disturbs me easily as much as gore, violence, or loss. There are few things I value more than my freedom from the mundane. Even though being an artist has consigned me to a life of struggle and worry it’s so much better than all my years in a stable job under the thumb of some faceless millionaire. A life without freedom is barely worth living. I only hope that someday all of humanity will be free to explore the wonders of life to a degree even more fully than I have. We have everything we need already, we just need enough people willing to break their chains.

Anyway, I’m feeling just sick enough that I want to lay down now, so I’m going to do that. I hope you have a nice weekend. God willing I will see you again on Monday. Until then, seek after your own freedom.

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“Meanwhile I am the opposite of dry”
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All of Batman’s money can’t help him when Superman decides to come out of the clear blue sky and rip his fucking head off.

Ok..?

“Don’t swallow…spit.”

I didn’t see that com…ing.

His expression is the face one makes when they stand up too fast and all the blood is rushing back to their head. He’s gonna need a minute, then she can have what she wants.

Interesting that “23 and Me” recently filed for bankruptcy.

Let he among us who has not faced a dream world in our old high school, having no idea what our locker combination is or where our next class is, throw the first stone.

Sometimes I get JUST lucid enough to remember I have a bachelor’s degree, so why am I bothering with high school anyway?

I’ve had several dreams like this where I am going back to high school or college and then I remember I have a phd, so I have to come up with some dream-logic explanation, like I missed this one class so I had to go back.

Lmfao! Wonders of life! 90% of the time you’re complaining!

And yet here you are.

That final blessing: “look after your own freedom” reminded me of Dobie Gray’s old song Loving Arms.

“Looking back and longing for the freedom of my chains…”

Which is to say that freedom comes in many different forms.

2818 Fill ‘Er Up.

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