Makyo in My Mind
hallucinations of the unconscious eye
The half-forgotten
Other half of my short life
In short story form




















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Sunday, November 23, 2003
 
I Just Fake It
3-07-1997

I come up on two guys. One has a gun, the other a large, long, iron rod. The guy with the gun shoots me in the neck. I'm hurt, but I say, "You're going down before I die of this wound," and then I toss the guy with the gun out of the dream. When the guy with the rod does a bunch of martial arts maneuvers. I stand back for a second and go, "Whoa, you know martial arts?" He responds, "Yeah." I get into a stance and reply, "Well...I just fake it." We get into a fight, and he pounds me a few times good, but I seem to get in a lot of lucky hits. Each time I hit/harm him I'm like, "Whoops! So sorry! I didn't mean for that to happen..." Until finally his head slams against the corner of some table, fucking him up bigtime. Going to his aid with the usual apology, he relates that he can't move, and I'm relieved that he's merely paralyzed for life instead of, well, dead.




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