let's trade dreams. you can have last night's aborted fetus of a psycho-thriller: the monk at the buddhist temple where i used to meditate changed religions (again) and i called him on being a spiritual slut. publications, sleepovers in gymnasiums ensued. then i woke up and lucid dreamed about kissing cd reviewer metal girl. then i fully woke up and made a cup of tea.
don't waste your time, scott. waste it like dan and i do, daydreaming about kissing very specific girls for the first 12 minutes of awakeness six days a week. c.f. post entitled "american teenagers."
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You're the only other person I know--aside from myself--who says "happy 9/11". Lovely.
said it before & i'll say it again. kissy kissy! meet me at my tombstone.
let's trade dreams. you can have last night's aborted fetus of a psycho-thriller: the monk at the buddhist temple where i used to meditate changed religions (again) and i called him on being a spiritual slut. publications, sleepovers in gymnasiums ensued. then i woke up and lucid dreamed about kissing cd reviewer metal girl. then i fully woke up and made a cup of tea.
-db
My prayer for 9/11:
Dear Lord,
Can we finally get over this bullshit and move the fuck on? Also, I don't think you exist.
Amen.
don't waste your time, scott. waste it like dan and i do, daydreaming about kissing very specific girls for the first 12 minutes of awakeness six days a week. c.f. post entitled "american teenagers."
or i could spend it hooking up with ex-girlfriends.
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