Z.Monkey’s Blog

I will soon eat, but first I will write something. Prehaps being weak from hunger will cause me to write something profound… I think that is why my mom fasts (well not ‘write something profound’ but ‘become crazy’).

Last night had a dream, which I kind of remember. As an attempt to improve my member I will write it down (unfortunately for you I will be writing it down here). I starts with me walk down a crowded street (fussgangstrasse?) with tall builds on both sides. Some guy pulls out a gun and starts yelling about ‘punishing the wicked’. The crowd parts and we (the crazy guy and I) are ringed in like two kids fighting during recess. At this point I make a snide comment, thus causing the crazy guy to point his gun at me and rave that I am the devil (or some lesser imp). At this point the guy transforms into a spitting image of sloth in the movie Se7en. I then begin yelling at the crazy guy that he is evil/that he is what is evil in the world/e&c. This goes on for a long time before the guy shoots himself in the head. This, of course, does not kill him so I am forced to shoot him in the heart (which does).

I am sure that there is some sort of symbolism here (Fanatiques are what is wrong with the world. If people would just take the time listen and learn about other people, those other people become not scary… wooooo) or maybe it is just that I went to my parents house yesterday. It is difficult to say.

Z.Monkey

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P.P.S. I just needed to link to this. It was necessary.