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I make my way to the stage and snatch the microphone from a girl who is about to lead a praise and worship band. "Just give me one minute. I have a couple things to say. Is that alright?" I turn to the audience, which is a mix of teens and 20-somethings, and go on a rant about not being close-minded fundamentalists. I finish with this statement, "Do not be shocked. Be gruesome!" It made more sense in the realm of my dream.
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Waking up at 11 a.m.
Honey Crunch n Oats with Almonds and Vanilla Almond Milk.
All day shift at China Wok.
The sun is shining bright and hard on my driver's arm. I'm forced to spray on sun block.
Peanut Butter Everything Bagel. Baked Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
It's a slow Monday at the restaurant. Writing on the down time.
Enjoying a piece of Strawberry Peach Cheesecake that Ana brought me yesterday.
As I drive up and down the same roads I drive on every day I find myself daydreaming and daythinking. Desire swims around my mind like a gang of mermaids; softly and directly they sing to me various fantasies that strike emotional and sexual chords.
Back home.
Tofu with Broccoli, Onions, Carrots, and Rice in Garlic Sauce.
Watching the American rendition of Old Boy (2013).
Dropping off my car at the shop overnight. I brought my bike so I can take a long ride at the oceanfront. Along the boardwalk I peddle as fast as possible to the gritty indie-punk tunes of Parquet Courts. As I'm finishing up my 8-mile trek I cruise down Atlantic and turn on 31st Street. I see a couple leaned up against a silver car. From behind it appears they're just holding each other and making out. But the closer I get a different image emerges. I see an older pot-bellied man dry humping (or so it appeared dry) a lady doggy style. They both look up at me oblivious to their raunchy display and I just smile and pump my hands in the air in response. It doesn't really hit me until moments later what I just saw. Were they really just having sex?
Back home. Relaxing with a Black Forest Berry Honest Tea.
Sleep 4 a.m.
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