Today's Verse: 12 August 2010

My pillow smells like butter
It's a comfort when I lay
My head down to sleep

Last night I dreamed I was dead. I was in a big institutional building, and I had two choices: I could either simply cease to exist or I could stay in the building. Most people just choose to stop exisiting, because staying in the building is kind of boring. Mostly you just have to stay in your room. However you can get extra privleges on the grounds by earning points, which you acquire by getting testimonials from your friends. "Oh," I said, just before waking up. "I hate being dead."