Sueños is a living exploration of the collective subconscious, expressed through shifting realities.
Exploration may lead to enlightenment, unexplainable wealth, unbidden desires, community appeal or quite possibly re-lived post traumatic stress. Read at your own expense.
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Sueños is a living exploration of the collective subconscious, expressed through shifting realities.
Exploration may lead to enlightenment, unexplainable wealth, unbidden desires, community appeal or quite possibly re-lived post traumatic stress. Read at your own expense.
REALITY V
Balenciaga
I'm actually not so sure if this is Cassandra's dream or Christianity's, or somewhere in between?
I wouldn’t dare touch that! They all clap. Whinging and wailing! So many lies so much complaining. Isn’t there evil in the world to wake you all up for a reason? I suppose venom doesn’t do the trick anymore. Such weak beings you’ve all grown into, for sure. You smell like horse droppings, falling faster than flies.
"Could she be any more arrogant?”
"Only if she tried."
Balenciaga Body, you’re all mine. I could balance that body from behind. Stop wasting time and come back to my penthouse to show me the way. I want you up and down, this and that, I’d give it to you in all types of ways, don’t you want to pray? All these damn Christians again cutting off the words to what I truly wanted to slay. Say. Here we go again. We all get hypnotized by dark men in bathing suits on a rainy day. But can you imagine if she liked it that way? I think she likes it all sorts of ways. I think she is ObSeSssED with my power. Would you wish for something else? I can’t help it…… She seems to let loose and wet the bed all over again.
Cassandra wakes up to herself and only herself in a puddle of applesauce, “Ahh Cassandra, not again,” she mutters.
Catherine, walks into the kitchen to see Cassandra in the kitchen sink, her hands covered in applesauce and water gushing from the faucet landing between her seat.
Cassandra, “What? I was getting too hot. And this really cools me down.”
Catherine, you don’t need my help at all, do you?
Why would I need your help? I mean, well yes I guess I could learn a few things. Like what do I do with all of these visions that keep telling me to do bad things?!
Apollo chimes in, “You need to be more strict. You can’t just let her walk all over you.” Apollo whispers to Cassandra yet Catherine doesn’t seem to have heard a thing.
Catherine, “Well you need to stop glorifying these white men. They all only want the same thing, your inheritance.”
Cassandra, “And why is that?”
Catherine, “Well because what more dear, could they possibly want?”
Cassandra, “I don’t know, perhaps this waterfall of tears that never seems to run down for starts.”
"You know Catherine. I don’t think I need your help at all. You know what all you Christians, I don’t think I want to find you at all.
I think I’m a big girl who can dream her own things. I think I can pull a white man out of the universe if I wanted to .
I think I like to think. So lets leave it at that.
Just watch me think.
He doesn’t do that."
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