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I was going on a journey; to where I don’t know, and found myself at the airport. Just before I presented myself to the check-in desk I felt an annoying lump on the bridge my nose; slightly to the left hand side... like a plook. So I trudged off to the nearest mirror for a look, and discovered the shocking truth. This was no pimple, zit, spot or suppuration of pus that had grown like a mountain to the surface of my skin. Nor was this a teenage bout of acne waiting to be compressed between my pinched thumb and forefinger, exuding a lava that resembled the contents of a squeezy bottle of mustard. But what was it? I had to look closer..... A miniature flower had taken root and bloomed through the surface of my earthly pore. Like a daisy gently bristling in a grassy meddow, the pollen scented aroma of summer surrounded by silken petals bloomed in colour and vibrancy. I began to pick off the petals one by one only to find hidden under each an angry wasp buzzing with rage and torment, including the Queen who sat under the petal at the top of the flower pointing north at 12 o’clock. For fear of being stung I couldn’t touch anymore and had to leave any future ‘weeding’ until after my flight. As my flight landed I found myself in Windsor and a new job. I was working for another Queen, this time Elisabeth I of Scotland and II of England. My job was to help with the smooth running of the upcoming Royal Wedding of Harry and Meghan. The job didn’t last and I soon found myself unemployed. Handing back in my Royal page-boy type uniform, consisting of plus fours, white tights, buckled shoes and a thrilly laced shirt, I returned to Mexico. Dejected, starving and struggling for cash I decided, upon advice from a friend, to become self-employed and was soon earning a pittance gift wrapping souvenirs purchased by tourists for their loved ones at home. It wasn’t enough though and my meagre earnings barely stretched to buying a plate of taco soup, rice and beans. But In a weird twist of fate my dream morphed into a strange success story – like the American dream I tweaked my business and moved it lock, stock and two smoking barrels to a gay nightclub. I was now offering a naked gift wrapping service and was rolling in the money.
2018-03-29 13:32:50
There was two of me: a good me and an evil me. Like, very evil. He came across as nice and I was like, "Oh, another me! Sweet!" I got him back to my house and we hung out for a while before everything suddenly went black. I get back up, because apparently he had knocked me out, and found he took some of my guns. I then realize was in an army dress uniform. I called my mom, told her what happened and she showed up. We went to her friend's place and I saw on the news that evil me was shooting random people. So, naturally, I got *****ed, left her friend's house and I raced down town. On the way there, I got with three cops. They all were confused. Somehow evil me knew I was there because he started shooting at the cop car and I was like, "Fuck." He got closer and closer, eventually running out of ammo. He reloaded and took me, the cops and a woman hostage. After convincing him I would be his hostage, he let the woman and three cops go. I saw in the glass of a shop that I still had a military dress uniform on. All of sudden, I disarm him and fight him. I knock evil me out. I tie him up and take him to get branded as a Ford punishment, but he gets free. We have no idea where he is, but he is after me. I'm worried because he is me; he knows what I know, what I would do, how to find him, and he uses that to his advantage. I can't find him when all the sudden I feel a sharp pain in my back. He had branded me with two flags: one American, the other was the Southern Civil War flag. Why? I don't know. But then I woke up because it felt real.
2017-09-01 10:00:02


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