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I was going on a journey; to where I don’t know, and found myself at the airport. Just before I presented myself to the check-in desk I felt an annoying lump on the bridge my nose; slightly to the left hand side... like a plook. So I trudged off to the nearest mirror for a look, and discovered the shocking truth. This was no pimple, zit, spot or suppuration of pus that had grown like a mountain to the surface of my skin. Nor was this a teenage bout of acne waiting to be compressed between my pinched thumb and forefinger, exuding a lava that resembled the contents of a squeezy bottle of mustard. But what was it? I had to look closer..... A miniature flower had taken root and bloomed through the surface of my earthly pore. Like a daisy gently bristling in a grassy meddow, the pollen scented aroma of summer surrounded by silken petals bloomed in colour and vibrancy. I began to pick off the petals one by one only to find hidden under each an angry wasp buzzing with rage and torment, including the Queen who sat under the petal at the top of the flower pointing north at 12 o’clock. For fear of being stung I couldn’t touch anymore and had to leave any future ‘weeding’ until after my flight. As my flight landed I found myself in Windsor and a new job. I was working for another Queen, this time Elisabeth I of Scotland and II of England. My job was to help with the smooth running of the upcoming Royal Wedding of Harry and Meghan. The job didn’t last and I soon found myself unemployed. Handing back in my Royal page-boy type uniform, consisting of plus fours, white tights, buckled shoes and a thrilly laced shirt, I returned to Mexico. Dejected, starving and struggling for cash I decided, upon advice from a friend, to become self-employed and was soon earning a pittance gift wrapping souvenirs purchased by tourists for their loved ones at home. It wasn’t enough though and my meagre earnings barely stretched to buying a plate of taco soup, rice and beans. But In a weird twist of fate my dream morphed into a strange success story – like the American dream I tweaked my business and moved it lock, stock and two smoking barrels to a gay nightclub. I was now offering a naked gift wrapping service and was rolling in the money.

March 29, 2018

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I saw a gold or amber old car with white roof and then a yellow mustard bottle with the word orange on it

February 22, 2015

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Went out with roommate to get chicken gyro have to put mustard or something strange unfamiliar place we’re in a semi basement big apartment she had to wait for me because i got distracted called my mom and then roommate called me she was waiting outside for me went to get gyro at some point i was having sex with anthony in ‘my bed’ in this bigger apartment.. went on for awhile pretty graphic somebody walked in on us? for some reason i had to go to ‘virginia beach’ australia went through this strange airport ended up in a lecture hall for ‘music and mind’ dan the psych was the lecturer handed out papers, stared at me. it was a big long lecture hall walking around australia at my therapist office. slightly creepy dude pale skin blonde hair light pink shirt white coat smooth voice said next session look at my sexual history. and it doesn’t look good i think back. david? paul? or should i lie about it?

December 17, 2014

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