I had a dream that my bedroom was made of ice. It was a lake, and had finally frozen over, and I walked across it. Then I climbed the snowy mountain to my bed, and I turned on the television.
And then I saw a roach, and went for my spray, and noticed that he had wings, giant mountain moth wings, and I sprayed and sprayed him, and I looked again and he was a bird. And he circled and circled and then dove to his doom. I watched him writhe on the floor with his wings spread wide in surrender. I searched for something to kill him with, to mercifully end his misery, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.
AND THEN I SAW SEVEN ANGELS WITH THE SEVEN BOWLS OF GOD'S WRATH AND I LOOKED AND BEHOLD, THE ANGELS BEGAN POURING THEM OUT OVER ALL THE SONS OF MEN AND no. Not really on that last one.
Oh me. Time to go to work.
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