reminds me of: something wicked this way comes
i think i had a dream where i read a book full of prose and poetry and the poems were so damn funny--which is great because, in dream reality, i created them, therefore i was hilarious. after i read them i was forced into an anthropolgie (yes, the store) refugee camp in san francisco, and i had to buy lingerie before the Golliwag movie started, but i wasn't sure if i wanted to see the Golliwag movie because it had satantic qualities and i didnt trust the lady with the wine who was inviting me. some dogs came over and kissed and licked me as i crawled under the dress racks and the whole time all i could think was, where is the water?
but i just think i had this dream, i'm not sure.
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