My dead dad is not dead. It was a joke and a prank to see if anyone actually cared. Devised by himself.
He's still alive (in the dream/nightmare) and living in the old people home. He wears a cravat and reads aloud Mills & Boon novels to the residents for pocket money and sexual favours.
....a place to record the truly absurd 'Mirtazapine' induced nightmares, odd and weird dreams of a 50 year old with 'issues'
Saturday, 15 April 2017
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Having to shit in a bucket, in front of the world.
on occasions it'll cut deep.....enough to sever. this nightmare, or perhaps the feelings it releases are those I've never felt ...
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I was in a impromptu play with a bunch of people I didn't know. Apart from Les from Sunderland who died years ago. It went down very we...
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At mam & dad's house back up north, there's a black panther on the loose. It has already eaten Cally (my border collie from the...
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I thought for awhile about posting this, its kinda disturbing (which in itself is not unusual for me) in a very real way and for me, is very...