dragon dreams

My left shoulder hurts like a bitch. The pain is such that it almost makes any sort of rational thought impossible. Such pain that deserves the creation of make-believe words such as 'tarfazull' and 'moofnuknuk'. Such pain that makes me exlaim random phrases in spanish such as 'Creo que no!' and 'estoy listo!'. Such pain that makes me take comfort in the excessive us of subjunctives.

If i had known it would get this bad, i would have agreed to visit the doctor earlier. If i were asked to paint an approximation of the feeling, i would paint it in purple haze. If i were more tribal and monkeyesque i would be dancing seizurelike and in such abonimable fashion as to anger the gods.

And then i am gathering my things as i prepare to board a bus. The driver is a camel in a spacesuit and he reeks of handcrushed leaves. On board were five clowns-a-clowning, five robots (one of which was holding a paper cup), a princess on her way to a ball, three orange-clad monks on a pilgrimage, and a sullen pig.

I sit beside pig because all the others scared me save for the princess who would've made me feel underdressed had i taken the seat beside her. And then the strangest thing:

The pig turns to me and says morosely:

"I could be a serial killer."

To which I reply:

"I love eating bacon."

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