Saturday, July 15, 2017

We are extraordinary people

I had a dream I met Shirley Manson. We had a laugh at how fucking awkward we were when we were young. Then I remarked on how surviving that shit matters because not everyone does. She agreed and hugged me. She was still sweaty from the show. I could still smell her on me when she walked away.

I don't know that I ever want to meet her. She's too cool in my brain.

Also, I might say something stupid like... we8hf:FKNJE; sdihf;aiuaf

And then she'll call security.

It would be really weird and uncomfortable for both of us.

I'm hungry and I have to go drive a boat.

You kids play nice.

Unless you run into a racist or something. Then punch that motherfucker in the piehole.

Titty sprinkles!

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