Tuesday, 23 February 2010

fucking pencils...

I'm being disturbed on a nightly basis of dreams involving different situtations to do with pencils. How ordinary. For instance, in my sanity challenging dream, last night I was casually at a pub when a man with no teeth came over and held out an HB pencil. Why?
Then on the bus to school, on which I was not even slightly in a slumber, I was deep sea diving and my oxygen cannister was a giant pencil. I don't think I have an imagination, I should check out eBay...

In other (as some would say) news, I have finished the book I have recently been reading every night before I go to bed. Some could say that my odd dreams have been fueled by what is a crime novel with a plot of a crazy ass rapist being assissted by a convincted paedophile in prison. Though it just sounds like total dirt, it's got amazing details like all crime novels. Mmm now I sound like a tooootal sadist.

Just thought I'd share that beautiful ramble with whoever reads this.

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