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Thursday, October 18, 2007


-dreams-


I woke up this morning pretty much exhausted.

You would be too, if someone came after you with a ten-inch penknife in your dreams. I spent a good hour running along a nonexistant highway flagging a taxi with him hot on my trail. Don't ask how I lasted so long with my less-than-average muscle build and severe lack of stamina.

It's called a dream for a reason, people.



| so spoken! @ 3:17 PM|

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