Accepting All That is Not Given

Gotta luv dat fukin' Abilify!

Yeah, it's a blast. Did I tell you that it gives you vivid dreams? Vivid mother- fucking dreams I'm tellin' ya! So vivid that you 'live' them. And let me tell you, YOU DON'T WANT TO LIVE YOUR DREAMS. I mean it. You  normally go through your dreams as some kind of murky story in your head. Sometimes when you wake up you can barely remember what the fuck you were dreaming about. But every once in awhile you have nightmares that wake you the fuck up because they are so REAL!

There is an intan- gibility to dreams, something that we go through, something not quite there, and then when we awake, it's gone like smoke. Abilify is some fucked up shit. It makes dreams REAL. It's like some Inception shit or something. I start thinking that I'll see Leonardo DiCaprio and his band of misfits running around my dream with me, trying to save or terminate my life. That's really fucking crazy! I'm glad that I don't get them often, but now that I've increased my dosage of Abilify, it just might.

Last night I dreamt that I was actually running through old New York. Around the 1800's, with horse drawn carriages, horseshit on the streets, men in top hats, women in corsets and covering up way too much skin. Long assed gloves up to the elbows, skirts to the ankles, stocking up to the neckline. No bare midriffs, no long bare legs, nothing.  Fuck this! I was running around trying to find something in the 21st century familiar, but no. Nothing. Not even Madison Square Garden or Broadway.

Then, amazingly someone had stole my laptop, and I was racing through the streets of Harlem, 21st century suddenly and finding it in the back of a computer shit strewn rusty van. When liberating my baby, some three hundred pound bearded dude tries to choke me with a tail pipe. We grapple with the pipe, him forcing me back against the side of the van, and then pushing me upwards, taking my feet off the floor. It was then that I thought, with my legs off the floor and no longer supporting me, I can raise my knee and get him square in the chin.

I did, only to find my knee explode out of my sheets like a spring. I was fighting in my bed. A really fucking vivid dream. Where were you when I needed you fucking Leonardo! Then, the most weirdest thing about the whole issue is that when I got up, I looked at my computer. The monitor was black because it had finished a movie that I was watching at the time before I fell asleep. So I rewind the movie to where I blacked out to watch it again.

The movie was The Bounty Hunter, with Jennifer Aniston and Gerald Butler. A pretty good RomCom if you ask me. I like neither actor, and the storyline was predictable as all Hell, which is what you expect in a Romantic Comedy formula. But while I was sitting there, the fucking big dude that was trying to choke off the air in my windpipe in the van is in the fucking movie! Yeah, running around, chasing Gerald Butler and the whole nine yards. After chasing Gerald, he must have stole my laptop and then tried to kill me in his van. Again with the Inception shit.

I got up after an hours sleep and sat down to type. I'm typing this furiously. Here, the date today is December 2nd. Now mark the date that it appears on the blog. Days later right? Don't look at the date on the post because it just might be the day that it's posted to the site, not the date that I composed it. Get me? That's how far I'm ahead with the blog and with my screenplay. I'm hot for teacher with that shit. I'm pounding away all early morning long until I feel my back and shoulders tie up in painful knots. So painful that I wince and bend over the arm of my chair to stop the chisel blows to my spine, and shoulder.

My own body is fighting against me now. Standing in my way of completing my mission here on Earth. Which is to construct a dimensional device, like in the movie Contact, with Jodi Foster and whip that shit up to full speed, open up a fucked up dimensional gateway, and drop my ass back to my home-world where I can finally live in peace and tell my three eyed people all the fucked up things that happened to me on Earth, and if they go there, never, never NOT take Abilify.

It's a mean world. Get your supply today.









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