a twisted dream.

it was a few days ago now. i had a dream. somehow i ended up on an island. a strange island. The plane pumped with an anti-swine flu gas before landing, like piggy in Lord of the Flies i felt like one big nervous twitch. the dream didnt last long. i remember a strange sight. Marxist fairies dancing around my ears, as if waiting for the perfect moment slip inside. surrounded by food lines and hustlers i awoke fantastically frightened with wonder. morning came and the dream lingered like a stale revolution. i found these photos on my camera.