Sunday Morning Subtle But Obvious Organized Self Abuse Swim Club

I have a lot of memories, I seem to not be able to shut up the monkey mind, I over analyze. I now get to do all that while learning to type.

Friday, June 13, 2008

AM earworm

6:00AM sharp, I had just been singing all balls out, in my dream “To Sir, With Love”.
After that it turned into one of those mornings where one keeps trying to wake up but it just won’t take. In one of those dreams I looked up and there were twin tornados above my head comprised of pine branches.

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