My Dream Was Maybe Someday, One Night

When I Was A Kid In Nebraska, A Cantankerous Farmer, Known For Plinking With His '22 At Passing Cars In Which He Perceived Enemies, Ingeniously Rigged Up A Shotgun In His House, Trained On The Inside Of His Front Door So As To Widely Distribute Any Intruder.

The Emotions In All True Anxiety Dreams Are Next To Unbearable.

Does Anything Show The Complexity Of The Miraculous Brain More Than That Weird Curiosity, The Sleep-protection Dream?

Once I Left Out What I Then Considered My Best Line Because There Was A Suspected Column Rat In The House.

If You Have A Relative Who's Lost Interest In Everything And Doesn't Get Out Of Bed, Who Doesn't Care For Things They Used To, Can't Imagine Anything That Would Give Them Any Pleasure, Don't Fool Around With It; Get Therapy, Get Help, Get Medication If That's Right For You, Or Talk Therapy, Or Something.