Posted by nrm on 1/20/2007, 4:14 pm cause I stay up for days & whatever last thing wouldn’t it be great few nights ago fell asleep one time after falling asleep the dream couch put me and buksowski together he was eating pop corn and taking shots. “You think you’re pretty fuking special He asked, blowing smoke in my eyes. “No I don’t. fuk you man, he knocked me out the cops showed up Another time on the dream couch & he started strangling me “and don’t come back one nap on the dream couch… one time on the dream couch it felt like now I cant for the life of me but I’m sure they don’t have dream couches got my plan almost set disappear soon
Message modified by board administrator 1/20/2007, 4:15 pm
there is this couch where I live
i call it it ‘the dream couch’
cause I can never sleep
all stressed all the time
i lay on that couch
waiting till my eyes
& thoughts
just stop working
i’m thinking about
before I fall into a nap
i will dream about it.
if we could record our dreams?
talk about real independent movies….
watched a documentary
on river phoenix
& me and him were hanging out
playing guitars really high
on all sorts of things
we ended up in a truck stop
begging people for money
but then we had wings
and he was showing me
all this cool shit
in the after world
to
the born into this bukowski thing..
at some bar in the middle of
i’m not sure where.
my big rig had driven us there some how
sort of staring at me out of the corner
of one of his slit like pig eyes
don’t yah, little punk fuk ass?”
Quit being an egomaniac.
Mr. big shot shit head!”
At the bar
And started shoving popcorn
& a
Hemmingway book down my throat
To arrest him.
but he turned into Satan
& killed all the cops in front of me
Ripping their hearts out
& shoving them down their gurgling throats.
“you stole my birthday kid”
was the last thing I remember him saying to me.
I was watching
A show about
GG Allin
In the dream and trying to shove
Pooped on fruit loops
down my throat from this rotten
bowl of milky like cereal
but i realized I was dreaming
& I started laughing at his itsy bitsy cock
and he road off on this
miniature elephant… crying
Mr. tiny cock!”
i yelled at him
throwing chunks of after birth at him
while setting up a lawn chair
on a tanning salon naked
laying in the middle of mars.
i had 3 different hard on’s
cause I had 3 different cocks
& eyeballs
& each cock was ####ing these drugged up
junkie
super skinny super models
but they all turned into
different animals
& before it could turn into a wet dream..
these animals all started
trying to kill me
i had this dream …. i…
was a river
an ocean
and a stream
plus I was tripping on some really good
opiate meth filled Ecstasy
i could let everything just go
Let it all go…
i woke up on the dream couch
pissing all over my boxer shorts
staining the dream couch forever..
remember much
after a nap on the dream couch..
more adventures await me
in Arkansas jails
to go on the run
Message Thread:
« Back to thread