I was staying at a friend's house. He was saying his arm hurt and out of the corner of my eye I could see something sticking out of it. I looked over and saw the whole arm was full of syringes, like they were pushed all the way through the arm.
Something about a second hand clothing store?
Watching a movie? Reading a book? There was a beautifully drawn comic book about a family in the end of the world scenario. It was done in dark watercolors. They were on a huge red rock somewhere southwest, and for the summer they'd be safe from marauding etc. The issue of the comic book was called "Summer Island".
Then I was in it--I was a young daughter of the family and I realized one of our neighbors had turned on us. I was talking on the phone with my mother, sounding cheerful but telling her in code we couldn't trust the neighbor. He took me to a festival, and there was like a waxwork museum where the figures were coming to life and attacking. I fought them.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
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