For a Brighter Tomorrow

HABLARF NABLEBUNG GOOSEBERRY PIE F****R!!!!!!!!! why do i even type anything here?

a repretoir of dreams

a spiritual spank-bank, if you will

has been founded

for the sake of posterity

or some s**t.

thats the BS message we keep

giving to the public these days.

anyway, the drugs

just arent working anymore

and our subjects,

imaginative as all hell,

still have no dreams of their own.

the president and CEO of this mess

has become apathetic,

apologetic, as well as asthmatic,

which resulted in his death

about 10 minutes ago.

i swear it was an accident.

oops, he tripped right into

the empty elevator shaft

which was miraculously open.

now i have been charged

with keeping up appearances

and whatnot, so im busy

typing this crap in hopes

that i might be nervous enough

to actually dream tonight.

what a goddamn miracle THAT would be.

the press would go apeshit.

they keep a close watch on the staff,

who, as we speak, are trying to

self-induce their own dreams.

we need as many R.E.M. recordings

as we possibly can concieve.

and speaking of concieve, no

we still have no evidence to support

the theory that children inherit

dreams from their parents.

by 8pm tonight, the r....

HOLY F*****G CHRIST ON A WAGON

subject 19 just spoke in his sleep!!!!!!

i will be right back

gotta check the readouts and stuff.

L. Ericson OUT 6:23 PM