Freud's Theory of Dream Interpretation
2005-12-06 @ 9:09 p.m.

He was jagged, like a little pill, in his angular kind of way, looking shoddy in his Sunday best.
Sitting on a windowpane, he saw sights of lizards and beatles, felt a feeling he's felt before, and nothing more.
Tried to get his mind off the extension cords that seeped from his veins and touched the walls, electrocuted them with life, and he could create sparks with a rapid heart beat, a quick pulse, but he didn't care to;
he respects disdain.

He came to, came out, came up of it, broke a sweat, broke a fever;
he was no super man.

<<before - after>>

The Weather Underground - 2008-11-12
- - 2008-05-06
She knows I can read. - 2008-05-06
William Jacobson - 2008-05-02
Lost Boys - 2008-04-30

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