Friday, September 18, 2009

friends?

i have dreamed about you 3 days in a row now.
last night, you wanted to be friends again... you wanted to take me out.
you had no pants on, you were in washed out black boxers.
your jeans were in the backseat covered in mud.
you asked me to put them in the glove compartment for you.
my head was down, and you drove over something...
i head my head, and my nose was bleeding.

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