HAHA, at 3 am last night someone that was living upstairs was just blasting Rammstein. Seriously raising the dead. I was kind of sick yesterday and had decided to go to bed early to try and shed it. I slept from 10-3, then rocked from 3-5. 2 fucking hours of Rammstein. This is only speculation but I think he was a friend of Doc Browns, and somehow snagged a few of the speakers pictured above.
I think around 4:30 I somehow dozed off for a minute or two. I had a dream I walked upstairs and peeped through this guys key hole. There were small children in cages in the corners, and human intestines strung around the room like christmas garlands. Pelvic dinner ware was stacked on the shelves painted with lambs blood. Women impaled on broomsticks, gutted from head to toe with their entrails split on the floor where pit-bulls feasted. And in the middle of it all was a cloaked man playing guitar hero.
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