Suspicious Minds in Dreamland
Some folk have cool dreams; dreams of world peace, of--perhaps--bagging the latest Starlet du Jour, of being wealthy, of being in charge of a starship on a quest to save the Universe from the Intergalactic Horde of BBBLLLRRRGGGHHH the Borg-9, of perfecting and marketing their very own salad dressing/spat-shine fluid, of partaking in a victory lap at the MouthBreather 500, of finally achieving the rank of Eagle Scout with the successful obtainment of the Ham Pugilist badge, of ingesting a whole side of llama and living long enough to brag about it to their fellow wool harvesters, and so on.
Not I.
My dream time is haunted by the mundane.
The latest vintage was a thoroughly engrossing dialogue between myself and Elvis Presley discussing his royalty payments.
I shit you not.
Hunka Hunka Burning BORING!!!
T
Some folk have cool dreams; dreams of world peace, of--perhaps--bagging the latest Starlet du Jour, of being wealthy, of being in charge of a starship on a quest to save the Universe from the Intergalactic Horde of BBBLLLRRRGGGHHH the Borg-9, of perfecting and marketing their very own salad dressing/spat-shine fluid, of partaking in a victory lap at the MouthBreather 500, of finally achieving the rank of Eagle Scout with the successful obtainment of the Ham Pugilist badge, of ingesting a whole side of llama and living long enough to brag about it to their fellow wool harvesters, and so on.
Not I.
My dream time is haunted by the mundane.
The latest vintage was a thoroughly engrossing dialogue between myself and Elvis Presley discussing his royalty payments.
I shit you not.
Hunka Hunka Burning BORING!!!
T
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