Monday, March 31st, 2003
We're on our way outside to find some band that's playing. The lawn's covered with slugs.
We're on our way outside to find some band that's playing. The lawn's covered with slugs.
This is a journal of my convoluted & weird-ass dreams. Feel free to send interpretations (Freudian or otherwise) to owzine@yahoo.com
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