Wednesday, 26 March 2008

My dreams.

I dream of sending you home every night after work.

I dream of you falling asleep before I do.

I dreamt of you, captive on a cruise, and I, entertaining the passengers.

I came over and hugged you from behind, and I asked you if we were still married.

I couldn't believe that we actually were.

Then you flashed your ring at me and said, "It's ALSO legal outside of Vegas, you dope."


Freakin' shit. I really dreamt it.

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