big kind of thanksgiving party going on at my house. lots of people animals and things everywhere.
leslie is sitting at a picnic table outside by herself in the midst of the party.
she is wearing a wedding dress with her head in one hand and just kind of staring at a point in space.
i keep looking over at here from the crowd im in. my mom comes over and tells me to do something,
to pay attention to someone.
i go upstairs bc maybe i am needing to roll a joint or get a drink. i go in my room. i think its a mess.
i see little rodents. it turns out they are gerbils which my mom got for a specific reason but im not sure what that is.
there may be 11 of them.
they are sick or something is needed for them. my mom takes each of them and squirts some kind of orange fluid
in them or on them so they all have a trail of orange fluid. they are running around.
they look like stuffed animals in a way, like stuffed squirrels.
they are always sitting straight up and never walking on all fours.
this is what makes them gerbils.
i take too long in my room or something and then my mom is there, somewhere.
she is holding a sponge and angry. she is about to sponge down an orange-yellow plastic
tablecloth & she is about to cut into me about something i did or did not do.
(wake up & it turns out that my dad is in the hospital again)
leslie is sitting at a picnic table outside by herself in the midst of the party.
she is wearing a wedding dress with her head in one hand and just kind of staring at a point in space.
i keep looking over at here from the crowd im in. my mom comes over and tells me to do something,
to pay attention to someone.
i go upstairs bc maybe i am needing to roll a joint or get a drink. i go in my room. i think its a mess.
i see little rodents. it turns out they are gerbils which my mom got for a specific reason but im not sure what that is.
there may be 11 of them.
they are sick or something is needed for them. my mom takes each of them and squirts some kind of orange fluid
in them or on them so they all have a trail of orange fluid. they are running around.
they look like stuffed animals in a way, like stuffed squirrels.
they are always sitting straight up and never walking on all fours.
this is what makes them gerbils.
i take too long in my room or something and then my mom is there, somewhere.
she is holding a sponge and angry. she is about to sponge down an orange-yellow plastic
tablecloth & she is about to cut into me about something i did or did not do.
(wake up & it turns out that my dad is in the hospital again)
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