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June 2017

If you're going to post other people's art, at least have the decency to post a link to the source. Otherwise you're just stealing art.

This blog is more of a means of storage, if I know the artist, I’ll start putting their name in the description

Jun 5, 2017
Pigs on the Wing part 1 and 2, Pink Floyd

If you didn’t care
What happened to me
And I didn’t care for you

We would zig-zag our way
Through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain

Wondering which of the
Buggers to blame
And watching the pigs on the wing

*The other three songs*

You know that I care
What happens to you
And I know that you care
For me too
So I don’t feel alone
Or the weight of the stone
Now that I’ve found somewhere safe
To bury my bone
And any fool knows a dog needs a home
A shelter from pigs on the wing

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May 2017

I'm gonna pick the 5 saddest points from 5 random songs

These aren’t in order:

1. Brown Eyed Women, The Grateful Dead:
“Tumble down shack in Bigfoot county, snowed so hard the roof caved in, Delilah Jones went to meet her god, and the old man never was the same again”

2: I Was Only 19, Redgum
“Someone yelled out "Contact” and the bloke behind me swore, we hooked in there for hours, then a god almighty roar, and frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon, god help me, he was going home in june"

3: The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, Gordon Lightfoot
-the whole song, 29 people drowned

4: Timothy, The Buoys
-Though not real, the song is about being in a cave in, and eating their friend Timothy, but it is a really up beat, but sad song

5: When the Tigers Broke Free, Pink Floyd
-the whole song is sad, it’s about Roger Waters’ father being killed in combat

May 29, 2017

I saw Alien Covenant with 3 friends, and had to explain the entire movie from the beginning

May 26, 2017 3 notes
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May 24, 2017 2 notes

I couldn’t work at a pizza or burger joint, because in my free time, I’d probrobly risk getting fired to steal food out of a mixture of hunger, and boredom.

May 23, 2017 1 note

When you play gta so much you want to tuck and roll out of your car and hop on the orange motorcycle on the side of the road.

May 22, 2017 5 notes
May 20, 2017 1 note
Tainted Love - Soft Cell

Sometimes I feel I’ve got to
Run away I’ve got to
Get away
From the pain that you drive into the heart of me
The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
And I’ve lost my light
For I toss and turn I can’t sleep at night

Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I’ll run from you
This tainted love you’ve given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that’s not nearly all
Oh tainted love
Tainted love

Now I know I’ve got to
Run away I’ve got to
Get away
You don’t really want it any more from me
To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
And you’ll think love is to pray
But I’m sorry I don’t pray that way

Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I’ll run from you
This tainted love you’ve given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that’s not nearly all
Oh tainted love
Tainted love

Don’t touch me please
I cannot stand the way you tease
I love you though you hurt me so
Now I’m going to pack my things and go
Tainted love, tainted love 
Tainted love, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love 
Touch me baby, tainted love
Tainted love
Tainted love
Tainted love

May 19, 2017 3 notes
Misty Mountain Hop - Led Zeppelin

Walkin’ in the park just the other day, baby
What do you what do you think I saw?
Crowds of people sittin’ on the grass with flowers in their hair said
Hey Boy do you want to score?
And you know how it is
I really don’t know what time it was oh, oh
So I asked them if I could stay awhile

I didn’t notice but it had got very dark and I was really
Really out of my mind.
Just then a policeman stepped up to me and asked us said
Please, hey, would we care to all get in line
Get in line
Well you know
They asked us to stay for tea and have some fun
Oh, oh, he said that his friends would all drop by, oh
Why don’t you take a good look at yourself and describe what you see
And baby, baby, baby, do you like it?
There you sit, sitting spare like a book on a shelf rustin’
Ah, not trying to fight it

You really don’t care if they’re coming oh, oh
I know that it’s all a state of mind, oh.
If you go down in the streets today, Baby, you better
You better open your eyes
Folk down there really don’t care, really don’t care
Don’t care, really don’t
Which, which way the pressure lies
So I’ve decided what I’m gonna do now
So I’m packing my bags for the Misty Mountains
Where the spirits go now
Over the hills where the spirits fly, oh, I really don’t know

May 17, 2017 1 note
May 14, 2017 125 notes
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How hot are luchiadors?

Me: Can I have the orange salsa
Them: It’s really hot
Me: How hot is really hot?
Them: 4 luchiadors
Me: How hot is that?
Them: 4 luchiadors.
Me: That works for me *wonders how hot a luchiador is*

May 14, 2017 3 notes

I made a joke that describes me perfectly, I picked up a bag of cheetos and told a walmart employee that it’s god my name it, and pointed to wear it says “Flamin’ hot and cheesy”

Cameron: 1
Cheetos: more than 1 probrobly.

May 11, 2017 2 notes
I was Only 19, Redgum

Mum and Dad and Denny saw the passing out parade at Puckapunyal 
It was a long march from cadets
The sixth battalion was the next to tour and it was me who drew the card
We did Canungra and Shoalwater before we left

And Townsville lined the footpaths as we marched down to the quay
This clipping from the paper shows us young and strong and clean
And there’s me in me slouch hat with me SLR and greens
God help me - I was only nineteen

From Vung Tau riding Chinooks to the dust at Nui Dat
I’d been in and out of choppers now for months
And we made our tents a home, V.B. and pinups on the lockers
And an Asian orange sunset through the scrub

And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can’t get to sleep? 
And night time’s just a jungle dark and a barking M.16? 
And what’s this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me - I was only nineteen

A four week operation, when each step can mean your last one on two legs
It was a war within yourself
But you wouldn’t let your mates down ‘til they had you dusted off
So you closed your eyes and thought about somethin’ else

And then someone yelled out “Contact”, and the bloke behind me swore
We hooked in there for hours, then a God almighty roar
And Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon
God help me - he was goin’ home in June

And I can still see Frankie, drinkin' tinnies in the Grand Hotel 
On a thirty-six hour rec. leave in Vung Tau
And I can still hear Frankie, lying screaming in the jungle
'Til the morphine came and killed the bloody row

And the Anzac legends didn’t mention mud and blood and tears
And the stories that my father told me never seemed quite real
I caught some pieces in my back that I didn’t even feel
God help me, I was only 19

And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can’t get to sleep?
Any why the Channel Seven chopper chills me to my feet?
And what’s this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me - I was only 19

May 9, 2017
Brown Eyed Woman - The Grateful Dead

Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
Gone are the days when the ladies said’ “Please,
Gentle Jack Jones won’t you come to me.”

Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down,
And it looks like the old man’s getting on.

1920 when he stepped to the bar, drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar.
1930 when the wall caved in, he made his way selling red-eyed gin.

Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down,
And it looks like the old man’s getting on.

Delilah Jones was the mother of twins,
Two times over and the rest were sins.
Raised eight boys, only I turned bad,
Didn’t get the lickin’s that the other ones had.

Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down,
And it looks like the old man’s getting on.

Tumble down shack in Big Foot county.
Snowed so hard that the roof caved in.
Delilah Jones went to meet her God,
And the old man never was the same again.

Daddy made whiskey and he made it well.
Cost two dollars and it burned like hell.
I cut hickory just to fire the still,
Drink down a bottle and be ready to kill.

Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down,
And it looks like the old man’s getting on.

Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
Gone are the days when the ladies said’ “Please,
Gentle Jack Jones won’t you come to me.”

Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin’ down,

May 9, 2017
Little Toy Soldier, David Bowie

Once upon a time there was a toy soldier and he lived in the play room

Once upon a time there was a toy soldier with a whip lash in his hand
And every night little girl sadie would take all her clothes off and wind up the toy soldier and he raised his whip and said

On your knees little sadie
Little sadie on your knees
Taste the whip and love not given likely
Taste the whip and bleed for me

Little sadie loved her little toy soldier
And she run home from school each

Little sadie loved her little toy soldier
And she locked her door so she could play

Little sadie got ambitious
And wound the clockworks so to tighter
So he could whip her harder and harder

On your knees little sadie
Little sadie on your knees
Taste the whip and love might given likely
Taste the whip and bleed for me

One day sadie wound and wound
And wound and wound
And wound and wound

Til suddenly the little toy soldier spring, went…

(ugly, beat her to death)

Ahhhh

Cough, cough, cough

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May 7, 2017 5 notes

Happy Cinco de Drinko (from someone who doesn’t drink)

May 5, 2017
Heroin - Velvet Underground

I don’t know just where I’m going
But I’m gonna try for the kingdom, if I can
‘Cause it makes me feel like I’m a man
When I put a spike into my vein
And I tell you things aren’t quite the same

When I’m rushing on my run
And I feel just like Jesus’ son
And I guess that I just don’t know
And I guess that I just don’t know

I have made big decision
I’m gonna try to nullify my life
'Cause when the blood begins to flow
When it shoots up the dropper’s neck
When I’m closing in on death

You can’t help me now, you guys
And all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk
You can all go take a walk
And I guess I just don’t know
And I guess that I just don’t know

I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I’d sailed the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
On a sailor’s suit and cap

Away from the big city
Where a man cannot be free
Of all the evils of this town
And of himself and those around
Oh, and I guess that I just don’t know
Oh, and I guess that I just don’t know

Heroin, be the death of me
Heroin, it’s my wife and it’s my life
Because a mainline into my vein
Leads to a center in my head
And then I’m better off than dead

Because when the smack begins to flow
I really don’t care anymore
About all the Jim-Jims in this town
And all the politicians making crazy sounds
And everybody putting everybody else down
And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds

'Cause when the smack begins to flow
And I really don’t care anymore
Ah, when that heroin is in my blood
And that blood is in my head
Then thank God that I’m as good as dead
And thank your God that I’m not aware
And thank God that I just don’t care
And I guess I just don’t know
Oh, and I guess I just don’t know

May 5, 2017
Ripple - The Grateful Dead

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music
Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken 
Perhaps they’re better left unsung
I don’t know, don’t really care 
Let there be songs to fill the air

Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow 

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men 

There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go no one may follow 
That path is for your steps alone

Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow 

You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall you fall alone
If you should stand then who’s to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home

May 5, 2017
Don't Fear (The Reaper) - Blue Öyster Cult

All our times have come
Here but now they’re gone
Seasons don’t fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are

Come on baby, don’t fear the reaper
Baby take my hand, don’t fear the reaper
We’ll be able to fly, don’t fear the reaper
Baby I’m your man

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

Valentine is done
Here but now they’re gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity, Romeo and Juliet
40, 000 men and women everyday, Like Romeo and Juliet
40, 000 men and women everyday, Redefine happiness
Another 40, 000 coming everyday, We can be like they are

Come on baby, don’t fear the reaper
Baby take my hand, don’t fear the reaper
We’ll be able to fly, don’t fear the reaper
Baby I’m your man

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

Love of two is one
Here but now they’re gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn’t go on

Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared, saying don’t be afraid

Come on baby, and she had no fear
And she ran to him, then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodby, she had become like they are
She had taken his hand, she had become like they are
Come on baby, don’t fear the reaper

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Venus in Furs, Velvet Underground

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girl child in the dark
Comes in bells, your servant, don’t forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, Severin awaits you there
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Severin, Severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for me
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girl child in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don’t forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

May 4, 2017 1 note
May 4, 2017 1 note

Been listening to the Grateful Dead and Velvet Underground a bit more than usual.

May 4, 2017
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April 2017

Rocky Mountain High, John Denver

He was born in the summer of his 27th year
Coming home to a place he’d never been before
He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again
You might say he found a key for every door

When he first came to the mountains his life was far away
On the road and hanging by a song
But the string’s already broken and he doesn’t really care
It keeps changing fast and it don’t last for long

But the Colorado rocky mountain high
I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky
The shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullabye
Rocky mountain high (Colorado)

He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below
He saw everything as far as you can see
And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun
And he lost a friend but kept his memory

Now he walks in quiet solitude the forest and the streams
Seeking grace in every step he takes
His sight has turned inside himself to try and understand
The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake

And the Colorado rocky mountain high
I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky
You can talk to God and listen to the casual reply
Rocky mountain high

Now his life is full of wonder but his heart still knows some fear
Of a simple thing he cannot comprehend
Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more
More people, more scars upon the land

And the Colorado rocky mountain high
I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky
I know he’d be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly
Rocky mountain high

It’s Colorado rocky mountain high
I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky
Friends around the campfire and everybody’s high
Rocky mountain high
Rocky mountain high
Rocky mountain high
Rocky mountain high
Rocky mountain high
Rocky mountain high

Apr 26, 2017 1 note

I accidently uploaded one of the posts from yiffomatic on here, oops, I caught it and deleted it, then posted it in the right place

Apr 24, 2017 3 notes
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Apr 21, 2017 430 notes
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It’s 4/20 in Australia, does that mean it’s already time to smoke?

Apr 19, 2017 4 notes

When I go out to Utah, I’m gonna spend a night in a cave, for Jerry Garcia, because why not?

Apr 15, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 2 notes
God damn amazing story

So, me and my best friend were at Busch Gardens, and we were yelling at people on the skyride (because we’re abnoxious assholes) and me, the Night in the Woods super-fan, yells RIDE THE CHARRIOT, and there was an old couple, and they yelled “we are” then I realized they were fucking. They then yelled “HALF A MILE HIGH CLUB” and I fucking laughed so hard my friend dropped his cigarettes.

Apr 14, 2017 8 notes
Finally, a #1 song! But it's in Austrian German! (Rock Me Amadeus, Falco)

Uh, rock me Amadeus

Er war ein Punker
Und er lebte in der großen Stadt
Es war in Wien, war Vienna
Wo er alles tat

Er hatte Schulden denn er trank
Doch ihn liebten alle Frauen
Und jede rief:
Come and rock me Amadeus

Er war Superstar
Er war populär
Er war so exaltiert
Because er hatte Flair

Er war ein Virtuose
War ein Rockidol
Und alles rief:
Come and rock me Amadeus

Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus - oh, oh, oh - Amadeus
Come and rock me Amadeus!
Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus - oh, oh, oh - Amadeus

Es war um siebzehnhundertachtzig
Und es war in Wien
No plastic money anymore
Die Banken gegen ihn

Woher die Schulden kamen
War wohl jedermann bekannt
Er war ein Mann der Frauen
Frauen liebten seinen Punk

Er war Superstar
Er war populär
Er war so exaltiert
Genau das war sein Flair
Er war ein Virtuose

War ein Rockidol
Und alles ruft noch heute:
Come and rock me Amadeus

Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus - oh, oh, oh - Amadeus
Come and rock me Amadeus!
Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus - oh, oh, oh - Amadeus
Come and rock me Amadeus!
Come and rock me Amadeus!

Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus - oh, oh, oh - Amadeus
Come and rock me Amadeus!
Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus - oh, oh, oh - Amadeus

Amadeus, Amadeus!
Amadeus, Amadeus ..

Apr 11, 2017 2 notes
Brandy (you're a fine girl) - Looking Glass

There’s a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes

And there’s a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin’ whiskey down
They say “Brandy, fetch another round”
She serves them whiskey and wine

The sailors say “Brandy, you’re a fine girl” (you’re a fine girl)
“What a good wife you would be” (such a fine girl)
“Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea”

Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves

He came on a summer’s day
Bringin’ gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn’t stay
No harbor was his home

The sailors say “Brandy, you’re a fine girl” (you’re a fine girl)
“What a good wife you would be” (such a fine girl)
“Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea”

Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean foam rise
She saw its ragin’ glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand

At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who’s not around
She still can hear him say

The sailors say “Brandy, you’re a fine girl” (you’re a fine girl)
“What a good wife you would be” (such a fine girl)
“Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea”

“Brandy, you’re a fine girl” (you’re a fine girl)

“What a good wife you would be” (such a fine girl)
“But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea”

Apr 11, 2017 2 notes
Hey You - Pink Floyd

Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, don’t help them to bury the light
Don’t give in without a fight

Hey you out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I’m coming home

But it was only fantasy
The wall was too high
As you can see
No matter how he tried
He could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain

Hey you, out there on the road
Always doing what you’re told
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall
Can you help me?
Hey you, don’t tell me there’s no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall

Apr 10, 2017 2 notes

Who wants to donate some pizza? I want plain cheese, extra cheese, pepperoni with extra cheese, pepperoni and bacon with extra cheese, extra bacon with extra cheese, or all of these things with cheesy crust, ooh, and cheese fries, or cheese fry pizza. Or a burrito, and a pizza, chimichanga? french fries and a double cheeseburger and pizza? Either way, I want tasty food. CHICKEN WINGS AND PIZZA

Apr 10, 2017 1 note
Is grunge a different language? Smells Like Teen Spirit, Nirvana

Load up on guns
Bring your friends
It’s fun to lose and to pretend
She’s overboard, self assured
Oh no I know, a dirty word

Hello, hello, hello, how low [x3]
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an Albino
A mosquito, my libido, yeah

Hey, yay

I’m worse at what I do best
And for this gift, I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end

Hello, hello, hello, how low [x3]
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an Albino
A mosquito, my libido, yeah

Hey, yay

And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it was hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind

Hello, hello, hello, how low [x3]
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an Albino
A mosquito, my libido

A denial, A denial, A denial, A denial, A denial
A denial, A denial, A denial, A denial

Apr 10, 2017 3 notes

Sorry that sometimes I might accidently upload the same pic more than once, at least I don’t reupload the same photo set (as far as I’m concerned)

Apr 10, 2017 2 notes
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Story time

Okay, so I had a crazy super detailed dream last night, and I’m going to go over it how I remember it.

It all started with my walking with some guy, I knew them really well in the dream, and we got a long really well, that’s why I say I think I knew him, though now that I’m awake, he’s not familiar at all, okay now, back to the dream

Me and this dude are walking, in a familiar place, not sure where, I think it was either in front of a hotel, or at the International Plaza (Tampa, you know, cause I live a few miles north of there, like, 2-4 miles.) I’m not 100% sure where we were, but I knew the place

Me and him are talking, and he says he knows how to make someone who is oblivious to you, or who even hates you, be almost best friends with you in less than an hour, so, though I was dreaming, I was still like, dude, that’s bullshit no you can’t

So we walk up to 2 girls, all I can remember was one was a blonde and one had black hair, and they were both wearing black shirts, don’t really remember anything else about them

And as most girls that are 18-20 would react, they were sort of rude, but even in real life, that’s understandable, because 2 random ass guys were talking to them

That’s when my friend (friend?) started talking to them, and introducing himself and I, while they were trying to avoid him, but he wasn’t really adressing them, just sort of loudly saying things in their direction, not yelling, just speaking loudly

Then eventually, when the girls realized we weren’t hitting on them, and he was just trying to make conversation, they stopped, and they asked why he was being so abnoxious, and he told them the same thing he told me, that he could make anyone friends with anyone

So, like normal humans, they were like, dude, no fucking way, shut up, but they were intrigued, so he’s rambling, telling them stuff, asking them stuff, then we all just kind of talked about random stuff, you know the kind of weird crap young adults talk about (but not stuff I normally would even think of talking about)

So me, the guy, and the 2 girls are suddenly at my house, I don’t remember if we drove there, or if we walked there, or what, I’m presuming that we walked, because both of the girls had wet clothes and wet hair, nothing obscene was showing, other than those folds even fit people get when they arch their back sitting, and I had my shirt off

So we’re all talking, sitting on my bathroom floor (we’re sitting in my bathroom, that’s where we sat for some reason when we got to my house, and I’m near the door, the girls are in front of me, and the guy is behind them

So we’re all talking for a few hours, my sister her boyfriend, and my parents aren’t home at any point, and we’re talking, and I’m noticing that I’m catching feelings for the black haired girl this whole time, but not announcing anything to anyone about it

So later on, we’re all sort of shuffling around, like we’re getting ready to leave, well, them, because I live at my house

And the black haired girl and I are talking, and I’m begging her not to leave yet, because I want to hang out with her (at some point in the dream, I learned their names, but I don’t remember shit)

She tells me she thinks I’m cool, but she wants to wait until I join the army (this is just one of those weird dream things, even though I’m probrobly going to join the Nat'l Guard, and the mechanics post closest to me is only like a quarter mile away, so that’s handy)

So I’m, like, begging this girl to stay, and she writes something on my mirror, don’t recall what, but it was something, and she touches my chest (remember I’m shirtless, I suppose that’s not important, but still), then both of the girls leave, and then it’s, like, some long period of time later, not sure how long, my guess is a couple of years

And I remember me and the guy are walking through a foggy, sort of dilapidated neighborhood, sort of like the one across from my best friend’s apartments, but the houses are farther apart, imagine it like some island nation, hispanic neighborhood, sorta foggy (imagine a run down hispanic neighborhood in egypt lake/leto florida, with the houses farther apart, but the style of some of the houses is sorta like old east tampa)

Then we’re talking, and appearently, me and him are still friends with these girls, so we’re talking about the blonde one, and I’m happily anticipating talking to the black haired girl, and we walk up to the black haired girl’s house, and I knock on the door, or my buddy does, idfk, someone knocked on the door

She comes out, I tell her I enlisted, she tells me to wait outside for a moment, she leaves the door open, and walks away, inside of her house (obviously, she isn’t walking to fucking Burger King)

So me and my buddy are standing there, on her porch, with a white painted little guard rail, then all of the sudden, boom, me and the guy sitting outside of some random house down by a creek, and there’s an open garbage bag, like ripped open, I walk up to it, and there’s a 1 gallon milk jug with a face cut into it, or maybe melted into it, like those creepy electric banks, you know the ones, then boom, I woke up, at like 4 or 5 in the morning.

The dream ended there, like that, and I’ve been thinking about it since I was forced to wake up again at 6:45

Apr 10, 2017 3 notes
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