sleep, perchance to dream....

waking up, 1015am.... from dreamland -- was dreaming about adam in spain..... his buddy laura came to mind, the gorgeous blonde, she was real, she really existed....... in the dream we were both having  a party or something at separate cribs like in  madrid..... the little asturian restaurant, that wasn't even in my dreams last night, but that place isn't real, never was, unlike the urugallo restaurant where my parents worked which my grandfather owned....... but the place in asturias up in the mountains, with the sweet little woman from washington, with last name colon meaning large intestine, that place was real, but never dreamt about it..........

waddle over to tv, shit eating cock whore bill o'reilly is on..... these people are risking life and limb, they are so boring, won't some crazy end up trying to shoot them for it?

www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwkLeNuojfA

anyway, talked to foxtel, they cannot make any good deals so there'll be a three month suspension starting end of september....... will just watch free-to-air cable channels

my buddy karl marx is moving back out of smokey area of big smoke back towards north-western sydney, quaker's hill -- he has some mysterious family there, uncles or something... they're all very quiet and keep to themselves in their big 4-bedroomer.... this is the only place where benji can appreciate conan o'brien, otherwise he just seems like an embarrassment, like a deformed secret cousin in a stephen king novel kept locked up.... but at kovac's crib in quaker's hill, on a random visit, who knows what kickarse shit the o'brien people will come up with instead of just sob stories