Dog Talk
July 6, 2017
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One time I got in bed with my parents when I was wee and I had a dream I was touching the top of some trees and they felt really soft and nice and then I woke up because my mum was screeching at me because I had been rubbing her pubic hair with my foot while I was sleeping.
When I am on my deathbed I am going to look back on my time spent writing attention seeking non sequiturs on the internet and infatuated with unattainable women and smile then die.