Here are some of the menacing thoughts that float around in my brain while I'm sleeping:
Man's body. Head of a deer.
I used to have recurring dreams in grade school where The Bad Lauren would capture my imaginary friend, Wando. She tied him to a big silver platter, squirted him with lots of mustard, and put him in an oven.
I was a hallucination, and everybody was telling me I wasn't real.
Lucille Ball was burying pieces of a body that she had chopped up after murdering someone. She said, "I'm not proud of it, but there were some things I just had to do to get ahead in show business."
All I know is, there was a baby line dancing to Achy-Breaky Heart while holding someones internal organs.
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