"everywhere i turn, all the beauty just keeps shaking me"

my dreams have been daunting lately... horrifying and obscene and slowly becomes the truth. last night i had a bad dream about something bad and pray it shall never come into existence as long as i am here. i know they are nightmares because i am scared in all of them. the me-being scared part is about death, like a mescaline-ridden prodigal old lady, gathering a temptuous rage within herself. it is quiet... ferociously quiet. i catch the wind and she is thirsty and revealing her dream she too had the night before that was forever daunting and daunting and daunting.

last night i slept on sloven sheets, draped recklessly on my own licentious sin.

i woke up terrified, and coming to orgasm (*subconsciously*)