dream_dilemma epitome of incomprehensibility A giant rectangular cake is sitting on the ground outside a Dorval community centre. It has a foil sheet underneath but no cover. I go closer, expecting it to be from one of the Dorval associations...which it is, but it's something like the Dorval White Supremacists Association. I frown. Didn't know we had THAT one. The icing is all white, naturally, plus there's a shape indented: a large swastika. This makes me angry and I stomp all over the cake. My boots leave an imprint: treads of thin straight lines. Even as I do this, I wonder whether my parents will get upset at me for acting impulsively yet again. Should I report harmful things instead of just destroying them? But then I think that the people who make racist cakes deserve the message I'm giving them. Stomp, stomp. No cake for you. 241125 what's it to you? who go blather from