Caught in the crossfire of complacency and desire, I issued myself an ultimatum. Were I to stay in the place I called home, the job I called easy, the life I found quaint - I would be forced to cut ties with a former self. I caught a glimpse of that self in recent dreams-albeit there were rabid gorillas and mutilated corpses and a Larry David's sea anemone-like penis in these dreams too, but hey, I was definitely there! Elements of my face were familiar, but fundamentally I did not know myself in these dreams. But I wanted to. That former self, that woman brewing with desire and creativity was heavy with bad decisions and thick with confusion. So gradually awakening myself, I said "fuck it." Fuck the home, fuck the easy life, fuck the job and fuck everything that means nothing. And I did. I regret nothing-except for Larry David's sea anemone-like penis - that I definitely could have done without. Though, it amuses me to think about when I'm running errands. Yeah, that's right, I think about it. You should ask me about the entire dream - it's simply perfect!
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