You know, I've been coming out with some pretty profound
religious thoughts when I'm asleep. This one made me chuckle:
"God does not need to be mocked...at least not all the
time."
and on the nature of reality: "Reality is really
real."
So much for voices and thoughts entering your mind from
other places. Like T.V. stations. And bingo tournaments. Like covens of witches
they hover, waithing in the dark. Yes, I said waithing, it is like waiting in a
wraith-like state. Like grandpa used to do when he'd crouch down in front of
the TV. We thought he was doing a football huddle. But he had actually been
leaning forward trying to get his lungs to fall open, so he could breath, you
know.
Well, say goodnight to spirits in the night, and to the Big
Radio Antenna in the Sky. You must decide, Sinbad.
Part Two, the dependency series
So, much indeed! This boy has been smoking marijuana. How
does it affect him? His manual finger dexterity, his facial features, his flaccid,
spastic non-functioning penis...oh, go to bed!
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