so what? last night i had a dream my hand was badly broken and i could see through the skin. i remember thinking, the bone is blunt, maybe it won't break through. and it didn't. i moved on. it's ironic that sometimes i can remember my dreams when i can't even remember what happened to me in my actual life.
i wonder though.
it's warm enough but i hardly - what?
i am full of oven pizzas tonight thanks to fresh and easy. (what the fuck did that dude want with my scarf?)
attitude?
i can't wait to sell this motorcycle and be done with it.
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