My dream was to get out of my toxic family haunted house, be successful, buy a nice suburban house with a picket fence and have a family. My dream was the AMERICAN DREAM. Few people even talk about THE AMERICAN DREAM anymore. For most it has become unattainable. There are billionaires and wage slaves. That is the economic landscape we live in. My ordeal to get through college did not make me wealthy, but indebted to the government for my tuition paid by loan. Marriage to the demoness witch LADY MORGANA did not bring me love and sensuality but deception and cock ring Satanic spells over Ragu pasta sauce and Hamburger Helper to diminish my wild libido. My child DAMIEN EXCELSIOR was born with SPECIAL NEEDS. It does not go away magically when your child becomes an adult, just the funding and support disappears. You could say I am living the AMERICAN NIGHTMARE, but often a nightmare has a silver lining. You WAKE UP and see the beautiful things YOU DO HAVE in reality. You treasure the love around you, the good health you have and how fortunate you have been despite the set backs and misery. You live for the kindness and love you can spread and try to keep the anger and hate back to build a space of joy and kindness around you.
I STILL HAVE A DREAM. I want to own and live in a haunted house in the woods somewhere in Pennsylvania. Even if I cannot live that dream, I would like all the socks I own matched, paired and stored in an orderly fashion before I die.
IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?
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