vivid, weird dreams.
#1.4 driving a convertible with the top down, flinging out stacks of patho notes
talking rabbits and pot-smoking friends
#1.4, again, skipping (?!) in my room
then a sudden! flash of brilliance,
that if the seabed could be heated to boiling temperatures,
we could make delicious seafood soup!
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Yes... I can see myself skipping around... Oh I offered pot to your sisters while you werent looking! =)
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