the nightmares kept coming. night after night. soon, I started to wonder if I was in a perpetual dream state. the faces all had an eerie smile, that propped up on the left side, like a puppet string was holding them up or something. that's not a natural smile, no, people don't smile like that.
even at Target, the same looks on faces. why was I in Target anyway? that's not a place I would ever go. i don't have kids, so I don't need to pick up diapers or Oreo cookies, and I certainly don't need a new lamp, or CD's, or whatever else the fuck they sell there. maybe I've been too judgmental about Target? see, I'm in a nightmare again. night after night.