Dreams.
I make a friend, right? Well, he comes and both of us get 'arrested' by my friends the Jeffery's for stealing a car. Right? Well, he gets free and gets shot three times, then I am all insane by that, and he is spontaniously buried, and I wake up. Wierd. Some say that dreams are a mixture of the past and present, I believe it is the imagination on fire. Showing you what it has to offer, and then some. Yeah, odd, but I gave my point of view on the matter.
posted by Whisper at Monday, August 29, 2005
2 Comments:
have you seen the Jeffreys lately? maybe they are just on your mind. And that your new friend is a car thief. just one more reason for me to steal you and bring you to live with us. ;)
Yeap. I'd give anything, even someone else's car. <3 ^^
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