Waterman Hors devours

i was in a wood cabin sitting outside working on my homework which was in a green binder. The landscape around me was coverd in snow. The young lady i was with who was a very old friend and one i havent seen or heard from in over ten years. Her name is Tara Waterman.  She came outside and said "Its not like there is going to be an avalanche." At that very moment their was a rumble and huge chunk of snow came barging down the hill toward the cabin. We ran inside and watched as the snow us roof and all.... and my green binder. The house was dark. I went into the garage to sort out some candles. Their was some kind of buzz that started and the whole room started to vibrate like it was inside a live wire.My hair started to blow. Their was some kind of spook in the house. We, who were now three, including Taras twin sister all looked at each other with wonder. I took out a jar of olives and another jar. The other jar was filled with an oily vinegary substance. swimming in the oil were miniature versions of Tara. Each of them with her dark hair her red corduroy pants and black shoes. each of these minatures in a different shape. Many of them in various diving shapes others in submissive postures as though being swept along a fast current. I picked up one of these miniature Taras and stuffed it inside an olive. I arranged it so that her little head was just peaking out and the tips of her fingers as though she was about to climb through. her one eye was open and looking upward. Her dark hair was greasy and sticking to her face. I offered this hors devours to Taras twin sister. Tara watching me do this got an evil little grin. The twin took the stuffed olive and popped it in her mouth contentedly. We heard the bones crunch and imagined the brain squirting out of its crispy shell. Yum ;-D. Tara and i laughed and winged!!! What?!? the Twin asked. I gave her another. This time she looked the gift olive in the mouth. as you would expect she was freaked by what she saw and through the olive on the floor and ran off. I imagine with the purpose to purge herself. Tara and stood there.. laughing.

Squaw Hot Pants

I was in venice california. A young skater kid gave me directions to an absolutely dreamy army surplus store.  I was in heaven sifting through old world war one battles garb from all around the world. They also Native american pieces for sale !! o my god ! Sitting Bull's Head Dress ! Custer's jacket !!! for Sale !!! I was particularily drawn to the selection of squaw hot pants with fringe made from brain tanned dear hide. I decided to go with the head dress and the hot pants. I got in my car and drove into the hills. I parked my car and walked to the river. I took off al of my clothes and got into the river. The river was running rapid and thrashing over rocks. Perfect for a rough raft ride. I was riding the river sans raft. It did seemed quite dangerous and i remember hitting the rocks. I wasnt alone on the rapids. My ex boyfriends sister and her husband and baby were riding the rapids as well. Despite the danger we were washed up into a still leg of the river. I climbed up onto the shore. I realised then that i was a very far distance from my car. I found a handsome young man who was considering driving me. It turns out the length of the river took me to Australia !! I had to get back to my car from Australia !! That was some river ride !! Seemlessly i found myself in a hotel room that was done up in 50's American decor. I was washing up and it became clear that i was in a rush and  that i did not want to get caught in the room. I had snuck in after it had been cleaned and had rustled the bed and undone the tidy little corner finishes on the toilet paper roll. i was carrying many musical instruments and a few bags. I was juggling my possessions trying to figure out how i got it all in in the first place. I was about to leave without my guitar...and my great grandmothers blankets. I finally got everything in hand and looked like a bag ladies shopping cart when i turned my head to look at the door. I heard a click. The handle turned and a hand from the other side cracked it open.

the bed bug bites

I woke up in a a squat . I woke up on a mattress on the the floor. My nose woke up to an undefinable scent than had been filling it throughout the night. My eyes opened to view the bare wooden walls, the ceiling fan a the entrance to filthy kitchen. I woke up in a bed where four people slept. I turned to my left and i recognized the young man next to me but not the girl next to him as she emerged from the linens. I had never seen her before. She was blonde..slight... and smiling at me as she wrapped herself around the man. The woman on her left was still in slumber. On the chest of the man i found a very big winged insect. It was much like a big midnight blue butterfly but posed more threat as it had a stinger on the ends of its tail. Its body was black and fury and Its wings were like multiple swafts of ragged, richly colored silk.  My blonde intimate stranger became aware of our winged friend and pinched its tail off. OUr winged friend didnt seem to mind and completely accepted this action.  She then started pulling a thread from its bottom. Out it came this very fine sticky thread ...miles and miles of it. You would think it would have unravelled or emptied the bug but no... it just kept coming.  The girl started coughing. Then she sneezed. As she bobbed her head with the sneeze a fine metalic blue dust went spraying everywhere. She shook her head .... blue pollen... everywhere. The boy and started sneezing and shaking our heads. Blue shiny pollen everywhere !!!  Everything in my view was now coverd in this dust.  I dont seem to recall what happened next... perhaps nothing happened... who can say.

High Brow Anime Gore

It was night time. I was riding a motorbike down a city street. The handles were turned parallel to each other which felt very unnatural. I came to bridge and was now travelling under the bridge (and as if i was never on a bike) by foot.  Above the side walk there was another path that ran the length of the underpass.  There was a japanese couple each pushing a stroller with babies in.  I watched them as they navigated there way across this shadowy pass.  They must have come to crack in the landscape as i saw them both stumble and and wrestle their carriages back to balance.  The boy said to the girl, " I am just going to let you handle it if anything tricky comes up, your much more intelligent than me". And so he did. Swiftly upon them came two boys on BMX bikes. The dismounted their bikes and grabbed the couple. The setting shifts from under the bridge to a high street clothing store where i am being given clothing. The couple is being attacked by the BMX boys. They have her pinned to the floor and have gauged her eyes out with a glass shard. It was a proper kill bill moment. I was astonished and terrified yet somehow my attention was divided between the gory anime and the pleasures of the very fine threads being draped all over me. I was in a real fever... but i couldnt tell could'nt tell over what... the violence, or the clothes? ridiculous !!! Anyhow I somehow snapped out of it and ran the fuck out of there !!! "ive got to get to the police" i panted to myself. As i ran i looked behind me to find one of the BMX boys chasing after me. I screamed " what are you doing?  why did you do that to her?" he said. "becuase she's famous, everyone knows her" he then lifted his shard of glass up toward me. Then... and i kid you not... the alarm went off. Whats ridiculous about this dream is that i dreamt it the night after i was in a clothing store in spain where they were giving me clothing. What kind of a twisted fuck ?

mistress unravelled

I was in bed. I had a boyfriend in my dream. He was tall dark and handsome :-). He came into our bedroom pulling a  florescent orange sweater over his head. I had never seen that sweater before and new articles of clothing always intrigue me. "Where did you get that sweater"  i ask " Jenna gave it to me" he responds. I didnt like this as she was a work colleague of his and one that i found a threat to my happy home. I saw the sweater had a snag. He turned away from me and started to his desk. With my curiosity peeked and my eyes green, i got myself out of bed.  I made my way to my lover. He saw me coming and quickly shuffled the cd he was handling back into its file. Driven by suspicion I snatched it up "Whats this ?" A look of discomfort came over him. " is this a mixed tape ?"  He sucked in his cheeks and diverted his eyes "is this a mix tape?" again avoidance from my suspect. I went to the cd player to find out what sentiments he had dubbed for his mistress and the breaker of my home. Just as i went to press play and to avoid the piercing truth... he said "yes...yes... its a mixed tape " furious i tore the cd from the player and stormed to the terrace that looked over the backyard of my families home that i grew up in. With the biggest gust i threw the cd across the fence. I heard it break and imaged it sliver into little tiny pieces. I turned back to him. He was walking awat from me. I moved in closer...just close enough to reach out and pinch the snag between my fingers. Holding on the the yarn as my lover walks away from me the sweater comes unravelled and the florescent orange rope skips to the floor like a heart missing beats...

what the barn has in store

I was in the mountainous hills of West County Sonoma in California . It was spring and the the grass was still green. was taking part in a festival that was being held on this amazing piece of land. I was back stage. there were people everywhere doing all sorts of rural chores... chores that require wheel barrows and pick axes etc. I went into a barn and much to my suprise  i found the Ditty Bops cooking over a fire. Who are the Ditty Bops you ask? The Ditty Bops  are a band made up by two magical young women named amanda and abbey. They are two of my best friends and two of the most creative people i know. Any how they were trying to figure out how to balance this ceramic bowl over the fire. I was happy to assist. It turns out  it turns out that this barn was my new home and i was to live there with the Ditty Bops and another one of my magical friends Ashley. This was a wonderful suprise. The barn was huge !! It was made all of redwood. It had a dirt floor ad all sorts of amazing antique furniture. A rocking chair, a roll top desk. cabinets with very small drawers. I was so excited to learn that this was my new home. i went to rummaging. I found an enormous wool rug and rolled it out in the floor. Woven into the pattern was a phoenix surrounded by flames. The bird had a very colorful tale. I moved some of the most intriguing pieces of furniture into place. I then decided to venture around the property. I passed by many more people with wheel barrows and pick axes. I found a road and walked down it. There was a stream running down the right side of the road. I went to cross it. As i went to step in i saw a steady stream on rattle snakes speeding through the water leaving blurred trails of snake colors streaming in front of me. For some reason i decided that instead of going back the way i came... my only option was to cross the rattle snake creek. I waited for what seemed to be a clearing in the reptile traffic. I stepped in. Before i new it the snakes had rushed up on me and were swarming me. i was doing my best to get across the river. All  but one of the snakes lost interest and moved on. The one however did not want me in her creek.  She propelled herself at me. I racing heart moved me faster away. I managed get to the other side and on to safe ground. Back in my barn now i took to exploring what would be the bedrooms. these were like no rooms i had seen before as the were quite large were surfaced entirely bu a fine polished hardwood but the floor slanted down ward to a small level surface big enough only for a bed. The slanted floor had was wavy.. its hard to explain... it had waves all the way down it and i surfed the waves to  the flat area at the bottom. I saw a bathtub through a window. i exited a door to find the bathtub and i came to a staircase that led me to a shower. There were two very unattractive older men in the shower. One was watching the other as he was filated  by a fouth mouth prostitute. This was an unlikely sight to find in my barn. I startled them ! Its fair to say that they startled me ! One of the men shouted at me ! i dashed out of there and back up the wavy floor which was much harder to climb up that surf down..especially when running from a dirty old man !

undisturbable fatty and the asparagus worm heads

i came upon a young woman and a dog i used to look after named jasper. jasper was a fat black labrador. the woman was young and i have no idea who she was. at the moment i came upon them and to my disbelief the young woman was snapping off one of jaspers legs at the hip. jasper expressed no discomfort rather the ever so familiar indifference i was used to seeing in him. he was laying on his fat belly mewing on his tongue and most likely pining for a biscuit. i on the other hand was crawling out of my skin as this very strange young woman snapped off the other limb exposing the torn splinterd and serrated bone and tendon. there was no blood in jasper !!!!

no blood at all. just whit bone on white sinew and muscle inside fatty. without guff jasper pulled himself around with his front two. darling jaspy. WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO YOU ?

we then rolled him over on his back exposing his generous tummy. he had these grub type wormy things with asparagus heads burrowed into the soft of his belly. we went to de-asparagus worm head him. like we were going in to pull out a tick.... we pinched on the asparagus head worm and pulled.  they came out ever so pleasingly easy. i got a strange sensation of pleasure from this act. like knit picking your lover.

perverse.