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Plague Days
Mar. 12th, 2005 01:11 amI have climbed out of a mountain of damp and crumpled tissues to bring you this special report. I feel awful and unreal. Another fever dream Thursday... after cancelling my plans for the next few days, with regret, I fell into a shallow sleep. I dreamed I had a call from the agency asking me to work on Friday. Accepted to get her off the phone. Woke up and...
Fuck, that wasn’t a dream.
Working today with a fever was, needless to say, interesting.
It helps to picture this next sequence as a Benny Hill sketch, with the tiddly tiddly um music, and the busty ladies and Benny running in fast forward. But with a swarm of the Pitch Black aliens behind them, perhaps, and the occasional technicolour explosion of blood and viscera.
( Pom tiddly om pom pom, da deehhhh da... )
Fuck, that wasn’t a dream.
Working today with a fever was, needless to say, interesting.
It helps to picture this next sequence as a Benny Hill sketch, with the tiddly tiddly um music, and the busty ladies and Benny running in fast forward. But with a swarm of the Pitch Black aliens behind them, perhaps, and the occasional technicolour explosion of blood and viscera.
( Pom tiddly om pom pom, da deehhhh da... )
