product of a friday afternoon nap:

It started off terrified. I had destroyed things beyond belief. I was coming down off of a high. It was on a hill. Sacred ground possibly. Like vacation. I was talking to laura. I guess i had blacked out. I was really worried that my  mom knew. That she could tell and I didn't remember. Things were more ok. I then was down. on the edge of two radically different spaces. worlds or something. A saw a boy and his slut. I won't go into detail. Much confusion and thinking took place here. I got a very cryptic text from a friend of this boy. It was words made of numbers, started "oh molly" I beleive they were quoting william blake. I think i was talking to alexander. His white v-necks. He was helping/explain/giving advice. Nevin next. He did the same. One of the worlds was a chess game. I was in the phs auditorium. No longer scattered and distant. I was behind a row of cheerleaders. They were slutty santa clauses. Wearing see through black lace parachute pants and bright red thongs. Jessica was one of them. I couldn't remember when she'd told me she went to phs.