Everyone loves the dream, but I kill it.

On my cluttered desk, there are many objects. 4 cigarette packs, only one with cigarettes still in it. 2 lighters, one green and one white with pink floral designs. 2 ashtrays, one with 7 butts the other with 2. A glass of water I still haven't taken away. Some candy wrappers from Lindor Truffles. A Dave and busters card with some credits still on it. An envelope from my sister's wedding scribed with character names from Dungeons and Dragons, a zebra stripped and padded container containing change next to a bag I have yet to empty. A half-consumed bottle of pepto-bismol. A shot glass with the sugary remains stuck to the bottom. 3 rocks around a bottle cap, smooth and shiny rocks. Two of them are black, the other is white and aquamarine. a pair of scissors pointing towards a pig that lights up and abnoxiously squeaks when you press the button on its back. An orange sharpie and a blue twenty sided die. A packet of gay gum and "I'm not straight" candies. A box containing camel cash, recepts from Chipolte, and a roll of pennies. A thork, a stick of deoderant, a pack of AA batteries, an empty bowl of Resee's Puffs, an empty box of Wheat Thins, Mr. Salt and Ms. Pepper, a Gambit action figure, a series of remotes that I don't know the purpose of, and a couple of bottle caps. A wine cork and a series of notes from various people. An insence burner for oils depicting a wizard staring at a large dragon surrounding a castle, a couple packs of half full matchbooks, and a tag holder from Panera holding various concert tickets. There are also my favorite lighters that have run out of purpose long ago, a bracelet from Bar 11, an ashtray from my sister which is too nice to use, and a zebra stationary box which holds much more than stationary. That's just the bottom half of my desk, not including the zebrahead mousepad and wireless mouse.