I lived at my old house with marilyn manson, his bedroom was the closest to the upstairs bathroom. his room had a lot of black stuff and white. i went up there with a strawberry pop tart in my hand, i through pieces of pop tarts in each corner of his room.
i was with someone, we were going to look at an abandoned house. whoever lived there previously just up and left. it was very mildewy, very stinky like must and mold. there were unopened appliances with wet soggy boxes, the bathroom had no toilet but had a chair sitting where the toilet should've went.
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Dream Journal
Художественная прозаFirst part of my dream journal, second part is up and running. Writing down my dreams caused by intense anxiety. Some dreams may be graphic, mature or traumatic.
