I look at the fireworks show that has become
of my life and call each spark and sparkle
something different, divorced from me
as if I were watching the show on a field
on the 4th of July
and it isn't my own life that keeps exploding -
~this came to me in a dream
Holy crap have the dreams been weird with this thing.
I dreamt of an alternate January 1916 or so where the people that would go on to become the Bolsheviks were secretly nigh immortal sorcerers and shit. They turned the tide of WWI, mopping the floor with Germany especially. That one was the weirdest.
Then the second one involved meeting up with a very fictional “old friend” of mine. We spoke about software vs hardware, and she said that it seemed to her that software was often written by people that hated themselves and the user. But hardware is crafted by people who hate themselves, the user, and the world, and want to see it all burn.
And in the third dream, I was some trust fund kid going to high school in Manhattan. My dad wanted to teach me the value of business or some shit, so I bought a club. Business was really good, so when I found out the prom afterparty was being run by a fucking stick in the mud, a bunch of friends and I decided to boycott it. I recalled a post I had seen that said something to the effect of “very little in life can’t be improved by three things: weed, Popeye’s chicken, and Looney Tunes reruns.” So I decided to test that theory. I had my faithful manservant purchase vast quantities of the devil’s finest lettuce, buckets upon buckets of chicken, and convert the main part of the club into a comfy sitting area. It turned out to be the best part of prom 🤣
I hope you enjoyed this nonsense from my cooked brainhole.
-Allēna
So I had a dream last night that a very hot man who was originally from New Zealand spoke to me in his native accent and it sort of broke my brainhole.
I crafted this Commemorative Shitpost to celebrate it.
Poor sexy Kiwi man in my dream. If you’re out there, you ruptured me. I’m sorry.
-Lazarus
Hey, everyone. Lazarus here. I’ve been up since roughly 5 AM after I woke myself up from a dead sleep attempting to explain to aloud why Emerson in the dream had a habit of lingering in public spaces silently and menacingly and not much has happened after that, so today’s post will likely be pretty short. I’m in grave need of a nap, to be entirely honest.
Have memes. ✨
Stay tuned for more magic, ya gremlins. But after a nap. DEFINITELY after a nap. ✨🤣
-Lazarus