This morning I awoke to remember a single thing about the night’s dreams. It was an angrily hissed insult that tickled me immensly once I pushed into consciousness: “Why don’t you go suck a cock. Slowly.”
Slowly?
October 23rd, 2003 — Dream Life
You won’t need directions.
October 23rd, 2003 — Dream Life
This morning I awoke to remember a single thing about the night’s dreams. It was an angrily hissed insult that tickled me immensly once I pushed into consciousness: “Why don’t you go suck a cock. Slowly.”