Sunday, January 4, 2009


Dreamed I was on Nate Liederbach's shoulders swigging whiskey and pouring it down on to his face and chest. He was spinning round and we were both screaming "Whiskey! Whiskey! Whiskey! Whiskey! Whiskey!..."

Then we were walking through the veldt with our dogs towards mountains far, far off. Our dogs kept running ahead of us and shitting. One of them didn't even bother to stop: it just raised its tail and the shit floated out as it ran along.

All ahead of us rabbits poked their heads from their holes. And then disappeared.

This went on for a long time.

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