Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

So last night’s dream came with music. Here is the track echoing in my mind while I was doing “the thing” at its proper time: Radioactive Sandwich – Goat Herder And here is what started playing in my head as I prepared to do the “other thing”: Radioactive Sandwich – Pistol Shrimp And lastly, what…

Others: Do the thing just for this list of curated people in this private setting. Me: Okay. Thing: Done.

“May I have a drink?” A large goblet was delivered to the server for the person requesting a drink. Could easily hold a gallon of water, and encrusted all around with rare jewels and fine works of gold. As the server began their way from the source to the thirsty, they were stopped. The person…

Not feeling well, so I’m munching on some corn tortilla chips to help settle me physically. I hear a snort of derisive laughter and look up to see the outline of a raven perched on my table’s hutch. I return its silent non-greeting with my favorite verbal one. “Yea, fuck you, too.” ~crunch crunch~