Fuck music. I never wanna write again. All I wanna do is start a Stiv Bators/Dead Boys cover band and call it quits. Theres no such thing as rock n' roll or raw power anymore. Not even in punk. Fuck punk. Fuck guitar. Fuck it all. You suck ......
So I dreamt of the back seat of a green, modern day, volkswagon bug. It all started with small talk. And then touching. And then I slid in. It seemed so realistic. Very wet. Heavy breathing
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... I dreamt the only way to view this specific movie was to take a hit of blotter. My trip was scary, and would have been concidered bad to casual LSD users. But, oh my god .... I loved it .... I explored parts of the mind I didn't know existed. And viewed exquisite moving pictures.