Of Clams

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of pontus | of poison

I lied: I'll tell you about one of the dreams. I think it's rather topical and particularly poignant in today's turbulent political and economic landscapes.

Aight so basically there was a particularly large clam residing off the coast of some vaguely tropical island, inland, who cares, called The Mother Clam and without much hesitation I join a cult, who in their defense wasn't really trying to shy away from said label, and start worshipping (sorry @Bromius) this fucking clam with all my clam-spirit-prayers (I think I was initially going to write a journalistic piece about it idk]). I'm a not a religious guy, so this stupid fucking dream clam received my first genuine feeling of whole-hearted religious reverence.

While I would never be so pedestrian to use the phrase "it felt so real" dude it felt so real, to the point where after I woke up it took me an inordinate amount of time to realize I don't have to purge this compromising clam piece from- whereever (I eventually returned I guess with the hard hitting journalism Clam Cults Curtly and its readers has presumably come to expect of me).

The worst part of the dream is every person who didn't understand MC's majesty would mock me in the same manner I would mock some dick writing about clams in blood stained sheets of latin or whatever. Dream ended with me rereading the piece and being like "oh shit i'm crazy".

Typing it out I realize it sounds pretty tame, especially for a dream. But ya'll aint seen the clams I've seen.

You haven't.

Pray you never will.