bad dream

normally my dreams areworks of art.

last night, i dreamed that i was eating a banana in my kitchen singing “you can’t alays get what you want” and thinking about this beautiful girl that left me once, a long time ago.

flotsam and jetsam washing ashore. nothing of meaning, just old wounds rising to the surface on the wings of… a banana.

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