Month: August 2014
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Dream Journal: 2014-08-11.02
While that (fucking) piece of malachite is as green as green can be, it is not the Green Stone that is to accompany the Red Deck. If for nothing else, the order of acquisition is wrong.
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Dream Journal: 2014-08-11.01
The first time my enemy sent me some serious shit, I stamped it “Return To Sender: Postage Due” and stuffed that shit with more densely compacted shit so that it would require a small loan to pay the carriage fees off. The second time my enemy sent me some serious shit, I went to my…
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Dream Journal: 2014-08-08.01
So the Bride, plucked from the homeless and the destitute (because no one will miss them) was cleaned up, dressed, and fed. I assisted with the clothes but broke the rules and told her what she would be facing. As punishment, I was tasked to wait for after the wedding so I could prepare her…
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Dream Journal: 2014-08-07.01
Things have been very slow over yonder. Some exploration, some introspection, but nothing intense. I described the lull as a Woo Hiatus. Yea, sure Weaver is running around with the magician’s coat but with a head of feathers, but then that’s just her two separate woo paths starting to (logically) converge. Since she’s officially neither,…
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Dream Journal: 2014-08-05.01
I dunno what to make of this dream where $Tumblrite1 takes me to task for writing such small summary interpretations of tarot cards when it is clear I read more into the cards than what I’ve admitted to. But $Tumblrite2 in reblogging to rebut $1, discovers a XSS vulnerability where the IMG tag can be…
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Dream Journal: 2014-08-02.01
The body of the Mother Of Spiders was larger than my torso. Her legs peeked out from under the half-height curtain she was “hiding” behind. The spider spray I had been given was not going to do anything to her but moisturize the shiny hairs on her abdomen. «It’s okay. Spray me anyway. Let her…
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Dream Journal: 2014-08-01.02
I’ve seen a lot of weird ass shit in my dreams, but I think today takes the topper. A wand holster.
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Dream Journal: 2014-08-01.01
The dream opens with an individual mocking my appearance and blog posts while claiming to be me. X: “But how will anyone know about my spiritual progression if I don’t tell them? What are you looking for?” Me: “The frame of the mirror. Because if you are me, I got some shit to fix. Immediately.”