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Current mood:  pugnacious Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
last night i dreamt about flies, lots of them, also about a moth that was living in the feathers of a christmas tree ornament, i saw the moth go to rest in the feathers, she (the moth) was colored as if she belonged there, she was blue blace but had crimson red streak, and a dab of cadmium yellow and she nested near the throat of the decorative bird.
It was in the great room of my old house, there were lots of flies, blue, black, lots of flies, i was trying to kill them. there was a beattle, a blue and black one that came and sucked the insides out of the dead flies. i fucking hate flies.
11:31 AM
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