“no, you’re a faceless scream with a body made out of melted records!”

&ldquo;no, you&rsquo;re a faceless scream with a body made out of melted records!&rdquo; last night, i slept so deeply, i thought it was friday again i dreamt of frying eggs in a wok made of white porcelain, and i dreamt of working an entire shift building stoves in the stove factory this morning, i parked in front of the funeral parlor and walked up stone mountain with a thirty pound backpack. it…