my mother washed this blanket that i have been sleeping with since living at her house. she used some sort of weird fabric softener. for the past two nights i have had horrible dreams. waking up crying or dreaming about crying. it is weird. i wake up from these dreams and then i can't go back to sleep. this sucks too. what to do. with out the blanket i will freeze in the nude in these cold desert nights. my mother is insane anyway.

Eat it. It's the only way to be sure.

(sigh) i know it is the only way. the blanket seems to take me through different dimensions. somehting is amiss. i believe the pH of this "fabric softener" is reacting with my Kymicals. my mother might possibly be a mad scientist, or being mind controlled by one.

Eat her too.

she would not be tasty... she is fortified with evil! i can not injest such horrid things

Have some bag

injest[sic] horrid things, and with evil fortify thyself; for, to the wise, every bitter thing is sweet.

hmmmm... i think i should eat you first. then burn the blanket and give my mother some bag. how about them apples?

Yes, eat the apples

I prefer oranges.

i like death. oh wait. yeah you got me. i love the dead.

What was that, Kym?

i don't remember... i think it was something in reference to the downward spiral my love life seems to have taken. so i think i love the dead. and grapefruits.