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by motherfuckerfoodeater 07/17/2011, 8:17pm PDT |
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I was walking in a waterfront area that had been converted to an Indy track. As I walked, F1 cars did donuts and people admired them. The track transformed into the very large set of the Game of Thrones television show - note: I haven't seen it, nor do I have any interest in it whatsoever. The set is covered in castle-like features: towers, stone walls, ramparts, feast halls, etc. But it's all made out of rickety cheap plastic that makes me uneasy.
Fabio appears and we walk and talk. Neither of us smile or laugh, but the conversation is frank. We watch the actors and comment on the weird set. It turns out that Fabio does ad work for cigarette companies. When I ask him why he's such a misanthrope, the dream shifts again, to a scene in an operating theatre. Fabio's mom, pregnant with him, is receiving open-heart surgery from a chatty doctor. Somehow it's intimated, either through the conversation or through a dream voice-over, that the complications from this surgery will somehow fuck with fetus fabio and turn him into an asshole. |
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