Thursday, April 10, 2003

I Dreamed About You Last Night

At least I think it was you. I couldn't really tell because your face was completely covered up with whipped cream.

And you were wearing one of those leather, full-body costumes.

And you were dancing around a fire, chanting a bizarre language, pouring the blood of freshly killed animals all over yourself.

And you were a lot shorter.

And you were white.

Maybe it wasn't you. Nevermind.

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