When I sleep, I talk about interesting things.
She says that one day I fell asleep and swallowed. She asked me what it was, and I began to explain to her, without waking up, that the low-salt sediment has a negative effect on the ozone layer and the hole that appeared above the pole was due to the fact that there crashed a trailer carrying the strategic American reserve of that low-salt sediment. Then I knocked her on the shoulder, said that I could not worry and that I had everything under control, then wrapped myself in a blanket like a puppet and stopped reacting to external stimuli.
That is fucking fucking shit.

by 08.12.12