Last night I had a dream about a dinosaur
He had non-matching socks and had mittens on his hands
He spoke poor Latin in a French accent
I was in a sea of Knifes
Swimming to Poland on a front door
My First Mate was a pudding cup
Fresh sunglasses make everything blue
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you're trippin
a product of the cut-up technique perhaps?
anyway I like it
especially the 'mittens on his hands' part
mostly because that's where mittens go
only dinosaurs don't have hands and really i just like mittens
i like the simplicity in this and that there's no explanation for anything. i like imagining the things you describe. especially "in a sea of Knifes Swimming to Poland on a front door." Zukes, i want you to read this to me because while i read it i do so with the sound of your voice in my head and it would sound waaay better with the authentic voice that it came from.
love,
dickard
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