I dreamt I killed two men, one was made of paperboard and the other of flesh. Then I woke up and found out there’s a dearth of shampoo in the bathroom and of white socks in my drawer. The night before, my dad was talking to birds. I ate fries right after. Now if only I could make sense of this chain then maybe, just maybe, I could win the lottery and go places, break a girl and start a band again, swim in a sea of albumen and be god to these little shiny eggmen.
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