unconventional bread making skillz...

last night i had a beautiful dream that it was the end of world...i watched the horizon burn away in a very nicely put together palette of varying reds, oranges, and purples..the cinematography was delicious...at least seven people in hollywood would have had an erection over this screenplay...my very first mushroom cloud; you never forget your first mushroom cloud...then everything went black...and with the black everything went perfectly quiet and still...i heard my breathing...i estimated that i had managed to crawl somewhere inside my brains, inside my marrow..i made a little fort out of my blood cells and pulled something over my head like a sheet should be when you're scared shitless of the things under your bed, in your closet, in the bowels of your horrifying imagination...when i get scared i count off numbers...so i started counting...27...36...15....when that didn't help i started spelling words...my favorite words...t-a-n-g-e-n-t.....e-r-r-a-t-i-c....f-a-c-s-i-m-i-l-e...i listened to my heart beat and i counted and i spelled out my favorite words..until eventually i fell back asleep..by which i mean...i woke up...spelling and counting...i can't remember ever feeling more like a little kid than i did this morning...then i made myself some coffee and basted three eggs with sharp cheddar cheese in my slippers and a green sweater that has never fit me right...i had a cigarette on the back porch...it was just a little after 11..