Scott MacDonald and I were taking a break from our artist collaboration, walking along the edge of this festival, and I forced him to come with me and take a peak at the junk shop I spied through a dirty window.
Once inside I immediately found a rack of sixties Barbie heads all hanging by their hair. I examined them and noticed many faults; melting eyeliner and crooked eyebrows. I soon realized I really didn't need anything like that and I shouldn't waste any money, so I quickened my step to get the hell outta there (Scott was relieved, I think the shrunken heads freaked him out a bit).
We made it near the exit, but had to wait a moment in line to get out. Next to the cash was a floor to ceiling glass shelf that housed pastel coloured taxidermy poodles, all with fur like thick wool. Each animal had a black painted mask over their eyes, like cartoon bandits. I looked on in awe, but a quick glare from Scott opened my eyes and the pretty Easter colours became lost on me, I felt sorry for them and couldn't see the beauty anymore.
(This was my dream the first night of Kriya during my most recent YES!+ course that I ended up dropping out of because of some left over anger towards very noticeable hypocrisies)
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