I can never tell if it’s old age or meth, but anyway, a skeletal woman on a bicycle yelled ‘fuck you’ at me this morning. Also ‘nooooo.’ She rode her bike, with two bike tires around each arm, and one around her neck. Like an X-ray of the Michelin man.
Woke up on the serious wrong side of the bed this morning. The week’s dreams have been full of trips to…
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