Michael's Vineyard
Where do all the white folks go?
Michael's!
Michael's!
Lose a body in the undertow?
Michael's!
Michael's!
Who knocks out Oogie Booger with her left hook?
Michael!
Michael!
Who do you reckon killed that cook?
Michael!
Michael!
Besides Ole' Queenie and the Kennedys who rules cover-ups?
Michael!
Michael!
Easy to get Mansy loaded to keep her mouth shut.
But, The Kid Smeller will want a cut.
Just in time for my latest doll soap: We're Not Proud. I'm setting it up and casting, now. The principal is Koshari and the head mistress is Miss Dark. Misfits include: Mr. Hoo-doo 'de Voo-doo, Baby Vampy, A'pizza, Feathertop, Batsy, and Novi. The cool ghouls feature: Blythe, Hook, Natasha, Nicole, Dia, Daphne, Ivy, Fresia, and Sage. It will be something like DARK SHADOWS hits Three's Company in the face.
Stay Tuned...
The next dream took place in Pittsburgh at an O type of joint. I had a new crowd of friends, girls and boys. I went into the bathroom and this big giant girl had two joints like pistols and handed me one. It was a brown, pinner, and coming undone. I thought I didn't want to give her plague, but was smoking it before she took it back. Then, I was back at a table with a big boy with sandy hair. He liked me, and I liked him, too, although I knew he was pretty much a loser.
Next, I was home again with Mummy and Daddy. I was in my last room there, my brother's old room, which was all bed. I was sick in bed, and it was mounded with blankets all rumpled and balled-up. Then, Daddy was in bed, in his room, and there was some sort of strange experiment going on presided over by a cute dark haired boy who seemed familiar; although, I'm sure, I don't know him. At the end of the trial he asked me if I thought the DNA was Daddy's or his.
I was staying with some girlfriends by the sea. I didn't know any of them in real life. The boy who played the protagonist in AHS, NYC befriended me, the one who it ended with, who impregnated Ear Muffs from SCREAM QUEENS via turkey baster. Anyways, first, I took him home, and it was wyrd as we ascended the dark wooden stairs to where I was staying, we were under water, and my fish, Felix, who was now, as big as a cat, was swimming around the boy. I told him to watch-out for Felix. I wasn't sure he liked him. Afterwards, he took me to a lighthouse, which happened to be a pub. We ordered some food, and I ordered a pitcher of pina coladas. Then, I saw my girlfriends, so was hanging out with them. Now, the boy, and, no, I can't recall ever knowing his name, introduced me to his friend, an older man with dark hair. He was standing by a small slot machine that I was playing. It had a Jesus theme, and I won a stack of money, so I paid the bill. The boy then asked me if I wanted to go to The Phone. I had no idea what he was talking about, but it was an old phone booth, still there, in the lighthouse. That's when he grabbed me and started kissing me. I was trying to fight him off, but he wasn't taking no for an answer, and I had to seriously jack him up.
Then, it was day, and I was shopping in a card shop for gifts. I was waiting in a very long line. When the girl checked-me-out, I was confused as to how the total was over seventy dollars. What I had gotten, some old books and cards, was not what I'd thought, some Funko Pops. I asked the girl how much was the paper back. It was old and stained. Forty-two dollars and another price were scribbled on the soiled back cover in black Sharpie. I was getting it for my ex-sister-in-law, I told her, nevermind, I didn't want it, and to also take three other items off, some cards and another book. She had to call her manager, and a man waiting three customers back was getting impatient and cantankerous. Her manager, a dark haired woman, came out, and I told her it was my fault. Meanwhile some other customers, an elderly couple, were checking out some large felt caroler dolls that were mounted on the wall opposite the cash register. They were two-dimensional, and sort of folksy looking: cute.
Then, as I was standing at the counter I was transported to another dream where I was pulling coffee colored pea sort of growths off of my throat like removing sunburnt skin.
Finally, I dreamt that Ron's cousin had hugged me. We were standing on the side of the road by my car. Why, afterwards, I had to explain this to a cop, I have no idea. I might've been an alibi. I told the officer I didn't know why he hugged me nor could I make-out what he had said.
My best friend, Theresa, and I were at an Italian club in Pittsburgh. It wasn't Victor's, it was really a big old church, but it was supposedly Victor's in the dream. Victor Emanuel's is the Italian club, here. Theresa was trying to get a job waiting tables, there. There was a blonde waitress, there. Not sure why I could never really make out what she was saying. Theresa would always whisper in my ear. We were back at the club for a second time, and Theresa asked me if I wanted to join. I said that I thought we knew the blonde from some place, Chi Chi's? I was picturing her in a blue Chi Chi's shirt. I wondered if I had gotten her a job, there. Theresa asked if she wasn't Sheridan's sister, the Irish warlock. I said, no. I told Theresa that I had to go to the bathroom. She followed me in, through a big wooden door. While in there, peeing in the stalls, the blonde was in another stall and started a conversation which I could hear. She asked, "Is that Dana?" Then, she said she knew my old boyfriend, Dave. She said she met him at a Halloween party with her grandmother when he got up and sang. She said he was all ears. I told her his ears were my favorite part, and that Theresa knew how I loved big ears. The blonde said that Dave told her that he'd first seen me in Spanish class and was like, "What is that?". This is when I woke as it is pouring rain, and I had to pee.
