We don’t know where we are going, or remember where we’ve been.
So I had this dream… Richard was driving and there was a car full of people. We were inside a massive black SUV. I say massive because it made other cars look really small. There was a fish with bright stripes jumping out of the pavement splashing around (the ground was some weird cross between the ocean and a parking lot). It jumped really high and rich tried to drive under it while it was in the air. It hit the top of the car and died. We passed a hick with a sniper rifle shooting at other fish in the area but none of the others were brightly colored or jumped nearly as high. I’ve been having some fucked up dreams and I’m curious to know what they’re about. Curious enough to wonder, but not enough to ask anyone important.
I drew a picture to make it easier to understand.
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Robot Chicken is the best show on TV. Better than Seinfeld. Better than the Simpsons. Better than Family Guy.
Why can’t there be a place to meet new people?
I drew a picture to make it easier to understand.
freewebs.com/petervespa/fish in parking lot.jpg
Robot Chicken is the best show on TV. Better than Seinfeld. Better than the Simpsons. Better than Family Guy.
Why can’t there be a place to meet new people?