I"m sick of his whiny "I hate myself, I'm lonely (of my own doing..he chooses to isolate himself from EVERYONE), I hate everybody else"....If the feels so little towards me, then WHY DOES HE FUCKING CALL? I know he was just feeling drunk and bitter but nonetheless I've had enough of that sort of shit from him. That was partially why I chose to divorce him (not to mention that he called me "bitch" all the time, threw furniture around and asked me time and time again to cut him up with an ax..that pretty much solidified it for me). I care about him. Hell, I'll even always love part of him, but when he turns psycho because he can't get the attention he thinks he deserves WHEN he wants it, I just want him to disappear. GRRRRRR!
Ok, I'm gonna try to recall some of the "half way in the real world, half way in the dream world" images and such that were running around in my brain last night because they were particularily vivid. (This may not make sense..not even to me.)
A lantern which gives off a really green light and I can taste salty sea air in my mouth and I chew on it like a vinegary sucker. Everything is so green and everybody is dressed up in costumes made of bones and there is clicking and clacking.
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I can't remember anything else. I'm not claiming it to be poetry or anything but strange, sleepy visions.