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A Freudian Picnic

Balls crazy, man.

Last night, I had the pleasure of having one of ‘those dreams’. You know, the ones that make you question what kind of shit your brain does within the realm of the subconscious. To quit dawdling about and cut straight to the chase, I dreamt that a cute little black and white kitten was being rejected by it’s mother when trying to feed. Zoom out and apparently, this shit is going down within some kind of suburban war zone. You’ve got soldiers all firing at each other, wearing camouflage and all that. And this one dude running around jamming his knife into people before they can even notice the bastard. Untouchable Knife Man proceeds to pretty much indiscriminately stick his knife into any warrior he comes across.

Yeah, so that was my night. What’d you get up to?

"This guy probably would've made some connection to the relentless stabbing and my sex drive, or something."
“This guy probably would’ve made some connection between the relentless stabbing and my sex drive, or something.”


"And so, let my heart be hardened." This blog was all but abandoned, gathering digital cobwebs and whatnot, before I checked back in after the pitter-pattering of cyberrain. Or were they emails? Let this place be a beacon for my mind during my few sleepless nights.

5 thoughts on “A Freudian Picnic

      1. The snoring was that loud? Should find some way to weaponise that. Make it into some kind of self defence system for the household. Mow down intruders with the power of sheer sonic impact.

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