I get frustrated at non-science
I dreamed a dream. A car is sitting. A dark ministerial car. Surrounded by paparazzi:
Out pops Boris from the back right hand seat, in his dressing gown. He does a cartwheel and his willy pops out. The image freezes on mid cartwheel as if the dream has been paused.
Plastic people and triangular men.
Every social situation presents its own flashbacks
Marvelous masticating mandible muscles
Life is just a bunch of doings
Belief is a very powerful thing so if you can use it on yourself, inside; just imagine.
