an open letter to my subconcious

[thejunipertree]

Dear Slumbering Subconcious,

I really appreciate the little vacations you give me every night and sometimes, when I pass out on the couch in a drug-induced haze while watching Battlestar Galactica SO SAY WE ALL MOTHERFUCKER fall asleep in the living room. I especially love when I can take aspects out of them and use them to write woefully disturbing stories. Zombie dreams are always fun. Or the ones about finding parts of my house that I didn't ever know existed before? Those are good, too.

But, if you're going to send me sex dreams about celebrities, can you at least make them about people I wouldn't terribly mind getting naked with?

Just so you know, making out with Glen Danzig is not exactly an idea that fills me full of joy and song. I'm fairly certain I would rather eat my own hair, actually.

Love,

tara

P.S.
FUCKING EW.

P.P.S.
EW. EW. EW. EW.

Comments

[greyboy.livejournal.com]

Was the make-out bit before or after he killed all the members of My Chemical Romance with his pinky toe and set their tour bus on fire just by looking at it?

[banjobraids.livejournal.com]

Glen is an extremely soft and well spoken man, very polite and I like him quite a lot. I worked his catering once and he brought me back his dinner plate from his room and said thank you and was so sweet. He was also about 3 inches shorter than me and had a goathead belt buckle the size of my head. I still get a warm feeling in my heart when I think of how nice he was in person. He would be a gentle lover, I think, probably would weep a bit afterwards as you held him in your arms...overcome by the emotion of it.