Last night i kept dreaming about this cartoon pig. He was in and out of each segment, and at one point he was being blasted by fire. He screamed, Fried Pork, as his skin was blackening and falling off. He never died.
Then the scene after that we were standing inline for buffet... I wish I had more time to write these things out.
more to come... pass the sweet and sour sauce.
A journal of the images and stories that come from slumber land.
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