Memoirs of Asylum

Basically, my thoughts are elevated. A fusion of happiness, stress, tension, accomplishment, pride, optimism and frustration has taken my mind to a whole other level that really has me ready to say fuck it and just do what I want to do… write and give a shit less about anything else. I beg your pardon for cursing, but it’s just my sublime thought process that’s spitting out the garbage to make way for the eloquent dreams I’ll be having tonight. Not the typical carcass of imagination where I’m rushed through a preview of work projects, but rather (I’m hoping anyways) a journey by air where I just can’t quite control my speed of air travel perfectly, but can run on the drop of a dime to safeguard from the nightmarish undertones. Perhaps a visit to lush landscapes and tropical climates where the odd looking friends of my youth seem to find ways to make me smile up through my cheeks.

Have you ever woken up and your cheeks were sore that whole morning because of smiling so hard in your sleep? I LOVE when that happens.

On the opposite side of the spectrum, did you ever have that dream where you either win, inherit or find a large sum of money and you begin spending it in real life in your mind and when you wake up you feel the slap of reality when you realize it was a dream? I HATE when that happens.

Let’s see where the land of dreams decides to place me tonight. I think I’ve lobbyed in my subconscious for an A) or B) solution. Plus - I smoked a joint in my mind.

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