>>11182233After I got up, I found a long gray hair tangled in my beard, no doubt used in the sorcery of the dream theater. When I went down for a walk, the coffee pisser at the desk made the tapping sound with something on the desk and made some bothersome noises as I walked by.
On my walk, this woman came and approached me to ask me to buy her a pack of cigarettes. Although she was acting nice, she clearly made stink eye at me. Here eyes were almond shaped like pic related. The spasms of the muscles around her right eye were unmistakable. A little while later, it may have been Broad Shoulders who told me he doesn't want to get shot. If you don't want that Broad Shoulder, if that was you, then don't shoot yourself because otherwise you might not avoid getting shot. Then I went to the deli. They had one of the Emily monsters dressed up like a religious muslim. The man with sad eyes came in too. He denied it when I asked him if we were in Antarctica. The other day in the deli, I think the hasid who electrocuted my on the airplane pretending to be the cashier. His nose was about three or four times as long the other day. There is something very sneaky about the disguises when your brain wants to process one identity, and it forces what you see into that identity, but there is a dissonance which lingers in my subconscious when that happens.
