Sunday, March 15, 2009

The Things that Night is Made of

I hate nightmares...the poisonous frog that attempts to commit suicide by forcing itself down my throat, the invisible leprechaun that throws knives at me, the assassin that unleashes skin-borrowing worms that carry tiny explosives. How is it that my mind comes up with things like this? Shouldn't it be sleeping instead of creating horrors?


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