Post by blaze on Feb 24, 2008 23:47:15 GMT -5
*Done With Permission*
He tosses around a bit. His bed soaked from the beads of sweat rolling off his forehead now. His face, fire engine red. A mere onlooker would confuse this state for a severe fever. However, it was far from that serious. No, he was merely suffering a dream. A dream brought on by a cocaine induced slumber.
His body jolts violently. Fierce jerking movements left and right. It would appear as if he were having more than a mere dream. He seemed to be suffering. Perhaps, at the hand of a nightmare?
Suddenly, his body jolts sitting him straight upright. His eyes slowly open as he takes in deep breath after deep breath. It is hard for him to force the air into his lungs. He scans his surroundings, a bit confused. Then, it finally hits him...It was all just a...DREAM.
"Shit, only in a dream would something like that happen. Ha, Vegas's bitch ass tied down to one woman? Nah....Dudes probably off gettin' head from some chick he don't even know right now....Lucky bastard...."
With that, Shaddix slowly forces himself to lay back down. One thought stuck on his mind though...
"Why the hell am I dreaming about Vegas?"
The Preceding has been brought to you by:
The Shaddix is a crack head foundation. Exposing crazy happenings as nothing more than Dreams brought on by cocaine overdoses for over 3 months now. If you would like to make a donation, please...Send your money directly to Jay Crack. He will make sure the Shaddix foundation receives what it needs to stay in business from there....
THE END
Or is it?
But yeah, it probably is....
He tosses around a bit. His bed soaked from the beads of sweat rolling off his forehead now. His face, fire engine red. A mere onlooker would confuse this state for a severe fever. However, it was far from that serious. No, he was merely suffering a dream. A dream brought on by a cocaine induced slumber.
His body jolts violently. Fierce jerking movements left and right. It would appear as if he were having more than a mere dream. He seemed to be suffering. Perhaps, at the hand of a nightmare?
Suddenly, his body jolts sitting him straight upright. His eyes slowly open as he takes in deep breath after deep breath. It is hard for him to force the air into his lungs. He scans his surroundings, a bit confused. Then, it finally hits him...It was all just a...DREAM.
"Shit, only in a dream would something like that happen. Ha, Vegas's bitch ass tied down to one woman? Nah....Dudes probably off gettin' head from some chick he don't even know right now....Lucky bastard...."
With that, Shaddix slowly forces himself to lay back down. One thought stuck on his mind though...
"Why the hell am I dreaming about Vegas?"
The Preceding has been brought to you by:
The Shaddix is a crack head foundation. Exposing crazy happenings as nothing more than Dreams brought on by cocaine overdoses for over 3 months now. If you would like to make a donation, please...Send your money directly to Jay Crack. He will make sure the Shaddix foundation receives what it needs to stay in business from there....
THE END
Or is it?
But yeah, it probably is....