I saw a dream of armymen in a truck going to a high altitude place. And eating in the truck and merrymaking. Then I saw the truck disappearing and the men on a high flat precipice unafraid.
Then I saw myself studying while someone told me to meet a guy who sings Lata Mangeshkar songs.
Then I woke up. I'm getting boils on my feet because of the pills. And I'm being forced to take injections because of the soka gakkai.. all doctors are wrong... Doctors murder people. I was murdered and resurrected in hospitals.
Love,
Doel.
6.40 am
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