No shit this week I dreamt of my hair falling out in chunks (horror!! I've nary a hair to start with!), chasing my way home and lastly giant mother fucking spiders. For fun I guess. I actually woke Mister up on the last one, and said, "Baby.... piders!!!!!! Big ones, black widow ones that grew bigger every time you stomped it." He rolled over and said "well, that happens."
It reminded me of a lovely tranny who took a Grace Slick (Jefferson Airplane, think White Rabbit) song to awesomeness. Play it out. I am never unintentional. Any idea how fucking hard it is go on pointe? Nary a toe survives, it's amazing. Plus I'm just into art, and this deserves a nod.
Weee......Go ask Alice, true Jefferson Airplane. The psychedelic era is always a good time and curious if you listen right.
- JM
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