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It's funny how spending all night drinking something that tastes like listerine will still leave one's mouth tasting like wet asshole in the morning.

I had a conversation with a good friend of mine last night. A good conversation. A healthy, long, hearty conversation that led us to conclusions we hadn't thought of before. She is a talented artist, and attends a distinguished art school. It is, however, a publicly funded state university and therefore attracts some riff-raff. One of these riff-raff is a young woman in her conceptual art class. This is an upper lever class, and yet given the subject of "the death of nature" this young woman in questions draws a fairy on a leaf. I have been told that her inspiration and intention for this mind-numbing artistic abortion involve both Walt Disney and a fight with her boyfriend. She probably told everyone else that their pictures looked "organic", and when questioned about her religious beliefs, she will undoubtedly describe herself as "spiritual." People like this make me want to hold my head under water until the little bubbles stop coming up. How did she manage to get to an upper level conceptual class by drawing Fern Gully?

I actually remembered another dream a few nights ago. It is so rare for me to remember my dreams, that when I do I feel like I have personally accomplished something. It was a very vivid dream, but nothing spectacular. I took someone very close to me to the base of mount evans out in colorado to see the leaves change. If you've never seen that sight in person, I do highly reccomend it. Sunlight through those leaves is the bright color of blood and honey. The last dream I remember before this one involved me beating someone to death with a crate of apples after mistaking him for the Chevelle singer. The last vivid dream I can remember before the apple crate episode actually put me in hysterics after I woke up because I was convinced that my mother would be arrested and sent to prison for the rest of her life for carrying an umbrella as a concealed weapon. My mind is a ridiculous place.