I fell asleep at 7:00 after reading about David Lynch for 3 hours. I then dreamt that I had hired Sam Rockwell as a rent boy, and was spending the week living in a cross between Officeworks and Toys'r'us. I fell in a puddle of clay that was in the middle of my loungeroom, and spent far too much time trying to cover up the me shaped imprint in the
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