I’ll take an ounce of what you’ve smoked pet....i had a dream about richard ramirez last night. it went like this! i was on some island, like in italy or something and there was a courthouse there wherein richard ramirez appeared every day to be tried over and over again like prometheus on the rocks. going to the court room to see him was sort of like going to the vatican in my dream, and since i happened to be in the area anyway, i decided i would go see him just to be able to say that i had, like you would if you had been to see the pope. when i got there the court room was a dome shaped place with orange lighting and richard was standing in the middle very tall and technicolor amidst the gray rabble surrounding him and suddenly in that moment it became very important to me that i connect with him in a meaningful way so i shouted "i love you richard!' to him, at which alert his head made small desultory movements towards the audience, and i can still remember just how beautiful he looked.
in act II of my dream we were in a pub sitting at little rounded tables, and i was surprised to see richard sitting at the one next to me with a small wiry edward snowden-looking guy, because i hadnt realized he was free to go to a pub, and i was slightly disappointed because the mask of his mystique had been lifted somewhat seeing him in such pedestrian settings. i was eating a bowl of cornflakes without milk and he was having some sort of private conversation with his interlocutor so that i couldnt join in, so when there was a moments pause i took advantage of it by asking him if he wanted some of my cornflakes. he hesitated for a moment because it was a rather shitty offering but then he was a prisoner after all so he did end up slipping his sexy long fingers into my cornflakes and takinng a handful, and that was where my dream ended.
i dont care what anyone says richard ramirez can share my cornflakes ANY DAY OF THE WEEK.