dream : i dreamed that i had two dogs that were of different breeds. i tried to have them both at the same time. i tried to name them at the same time and get them to respond to their name; the one was a rotweiler/black labrador named “Superdog” (the name of my dog if i ever have one); the other was smaller and it changed names everytime i told him what his name was, each time it was some mellow one with lots of odd letters & sounds, i felt pity for him that i liked Superdog better. he didn’t seem to get what name was assigned to him
reality : i have two personality that im trying to concile. one is strong and clearly sharply defined. the others blurry and unresponsive
problems : a person (narrator) talking about 2 other individuals implies three people in total.
who is the “i” ? who is the third? who is dreaming?
schizoid. schizotypal. split-personality. lyf
we were 14 y o virgins and wanted to be sexy but didn’t know shit. she thought she was supposed to suck as hard as she could since it was called ‘sucking’ while i just thought it kinda felt weird. after a minute or two, blood started flowing out of the skin of my dick and that’s the story of how i got a full-on hickey on my glans
my cum is still in your mouth as i am checking my missed call. in a few minutes you will complain how scratchy and stingy your throat is because my sperms try to puncture your throat cells
you ask- —
i say- i don’t want to take a bath with you in a tub where my nasty housemates take showers everyday
you hear- i don’t want to take a nasty bath with you
it’s ~2am, street (yellow/orange street lights and ~fog), we walk somewhere between woodbury & mckenna and you do those occasional high heels little sprints to catch up on me. you give up and i ditch you in the metro station area. i wait for you sitted on the steps to my door. you arrive with fries in brown bags