Forcing myself to dreams...and having fabulous visions...

I usually just lay under the dark sky penniless and directionless wondering which company
wants to fund my booze habit...
im guessing one millions moms would like to see me put up in a hotel with a crock pot and
pier one imports...its gets serious when i either get a plant or a pet.

Im guessing it was one of the breeded dogs that usually walk the veterans parkway on the way to
my sandy death by the beach daily that is the earphone fairy. so now i  can listen to trance again
and have the drag queens complain their bored and the endless loops and melodies only sound
good in a deep sedated state of mind...

I visited a chapel in my sleep. It was a house owned by a woman who came out to greet me in a
slay guided by too smiling dogs...we then went to the back yard where there was a skirted monkey
and beautiful fountains of all different colors and then a hot topic...i woke up in a cold sweat and
had was guided out back to the street by a woman dressed in a suit.  its always the lesbians who
have the most gay pride i think.

"What is fruity on here?  A dead WHITE POLICE MAN? 2 Words: BOLO -NOXZEMA JACKSON"

Then they have to hotel some industry town that probably would hang them from the trees...

I have to reaffirm my plans to work now... Wendy's sent me a email that they didnt like my background. I am
a school educated K-12...and some college...so if they rather hire immigrants and crack heads to serve Asiago
ketchup and vinegar crap then im gonna go work in a Casino or Crack house...i first need to clear up my schedule
with the Welfare GROW program and then go to bar tending school....