Raining Frogs: A Dream Journal

The nefarious and the vigilante, please note that I despise you all equally. You are carved on my skin, you put me behind bars, every bite taken off of me perfectly unhinged, deprived in richness and rich in deprivation. Take me to an alternate reality where everything’s proudly different and clumsily the same. Distort my notion of kinship, crumble it to pieces only to give my flesh hope for a new meaning.

A misty sound of many pats and a grand squish is in order. It feels like a carnival for the child previously looking out of an airplane window with an imagination that’s…