April 2011
26 posts
Shredded Wheat
This week I dreamt of shredded wheat aliens that were enormous moth like creatures that breathed by sliding their layers of wheat up and down. It produced an odd reaction in some, who seemed to get excited by their mere proximity. I worry about my brain sometimes.
Suffice to say, I don’t like shredded wheat.
Les Triplettes
Diary, Alexis Mire. →
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