Bad Dreams

Finally there was some kind of funny thing not so much like the hellish dreams starting with no comfort sleep like dozing filled with fear at every creak and some sort of electric hum that filled my mind and body with horror and expectation of more horror to come.
Then there were the dreams of two nights that ended in a movie of a man crippled talked into driving to a franchise construction for some sort of store like a Mini Mart.
Stupid girls and a fat man that sat in a gamblers ticket scratch and buy formica chair obsessed with the attentions of the freckled blondes with their company pick-ups railing on about opportunity and needs.
A convoy he me is talked into and into the next dark lot and short shelves with not even gas and out to where two young black boys are already in the truck.
It gets worse like the island end of a man finding that the world of Kafka is in the village by the ocean too.
Ending with pain as midget young and misshapen creatures like thick skinned sports numbered evil eyed from the first without pretend dragged the weak pain racked body into the untrafficed street reaching into my pockets and up to my eyes and with fingers intent on blinding first and then choking and piling around pulling down to kill for fun like a pack of feral dogs who don’t even know how to kill like a smarter wolf..

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About Russell Scott Day

I come from sailors and priests. My aim is to prevent apocalyptic riot, better known as nuclear war, when I was growing up. Creating a nation of airports will create the peace enough environment to prevent apocalyptic riot. I had a vision due to a period of boredom and bliss like the Aleph of Borges. That is the story I learned and was made up and happens.

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