I slept much better. All the way from nine to 12:30. Some dream about aliens and pod people and human lives being worth nothing to them and my husband falling off a building because of me.
I didn't want to pick that one up again when I went back to bed so I listened to a book on tape for a bit and the last dream before morning was Indians on a small town rez, trying to make their lives work, one group normal, regular people wanting normal, regular, happy lives and one other group, typically wanting power and control and money and not caring who they have to fuck over to get it. Using witchcraft and murder.
Is it wrong to kill someone who's trying to kill you with witchcraft, especially when you know they've already killed others before you?
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Don't know why he's clothed in the shower, and don't care.
Freaking LOVE this picture!
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