Dead Heads

1. Last night I dreamed you rummaged around in my closet and found an old skull.  You were careless and it crumbled, there were teeth all over the carpet.  I bundled the pieces into a plastic bag and said I didn’t mind.

2. 30 minutes into waking-life work drinks, I notice the skull in the corner of the bar.  Not a goth bar, or a punk bar, or even a wannabe artsy bar.  Just a regular upmarket corporate bar, filled with thirty-somethings, and one dead skull.  I was so sure it was in my head that it took another 30 minutes for me to point it out to the others.  Thank frick they saw it too.

3. OK there is no way to make this sound significant, but just when I was thinking about this, Denny Crane said “skull” on my TV.  I guess you had to be there.

In conclusion.  Skulls. Big for fall ’09. Slash am I going to die (soon)?

I used to have invincible shoes with this on them.

I used to have invincible shoes with this on them.

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March 28, 2009. life is strange.

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