i walked home from work today.
took a three hour nap, and i had a dream david byrne was my father and he loved me.
really loved me; not the way all fathers love their daughters, but loved me deeply and with reason.
i ate.
spoke some.
then he sang me to sleep on a vinyl cloud and dr mario pills rained from the sky.


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are fantastic, especially when they are in my bed with its clean sheets and a cool summer breeze blowing in through the window.
listening to the polyphonic spree isn't hurting either.

i can think of only one improvement: perhaps a nice boy nestled between the sheets, perhaps a boy with a bandana
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