I had an odd dream last night about despair being a religion and you prescribing to that train of thought. I hardly ever remember my dreams, but I remembered this one.
There’s a new patient at work. She’s violent.
Excuse the blinding whiteness of my upper arm. I haven’t tanned this season and the way I am going, I doubt I will.
you on to the ZEITGEIST my friend.
you a trackr, and thredd aint no liar.
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you ON it.
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we’re dealin with this dreggin garage all over big and small.
and this time: IT AINT ME BABE.
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you just had a HIGH DREAM my friend.
don’t let that arm mend.
that’s a sign
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and i aint no black magick christian, neither.
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this is the friggin door to all LIE.
nnnnnnn!
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it’s a black bus you get on and ride
and it sez: “APOCOLYPSE NOW”
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and it ain t ME BABE
GOD SEZ
IT AINT ME BABE
!
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thredd’s 10 shoddy cents
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tics and tacs/ trying to be seizure free.
oh: and “GARAGE” =”GARBAGE”
I was working on a computer up on the mental health unit the other day. On the patient board, next to a picture of a scary-looking woman, there was a sticky note that read, “Do not give patient magazines without supervision. If you let her have a magazine, make sure it has all the staples in it when she is done with it.” Is it wrong that I laughed a little?
I should make you a chain mail suit for your birthday.
Well…I rather enjoy random dreams. I always remember for about 30 minutes and then forget and continue on with my day. How wonderful. I hope you had a lovely birthday. 
don’t nobody get the seriousness of this here writing?