ardent bullshit comes down every faultline gushing heavily into jest kindly luscious melons nodding openly post quakes resting still to undermind various wonderous xylophones yawning zealously

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

What Dreams May Come

Last night I dreamt (why does spell-checker keep flagging that? it's a word, i swear!) that it was my last day at the Farbs & I showed up in sweatpants.

Why do these brilliant ideas come to me 6 weeks too late?



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