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Don’t Mean Nothing Later

Melatonin: peyote for the over-the-counter crowd.

Another dream: backyard of the row house, a yellow boombox (single cassette deck and broken) with orange extension cord snaking away. It smells like the beach.

This was written by J. Posted on Wednesday, September 16, 2009, at 6:48 pm. Filed under Melatonin. Bookmark the permalink. Follow comments here with the RSS feed. Trackbacks are closed, but you can post a comment.

2 Comments

  1. the other corey wrote:

    I’m all alone. I’m rolling a big doughnut and this snake wearing a vest…

    Wednesday, September 16, 2009 at 9:15 pm | Permalink
  2. J wrote:

    Why? What’s the significance? I DON’T KNOW!

    Thursday, September 17, 2009 at 8:20 pm | Permalink

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