Two nights ago I had a dream in wich I was waiting for my flight to travel south. I clearly remember this insufferable dog barking like there was no tomorrow “sell his ass so he shut’s the fuck up” I kept thinking. The lady in “charge” of the creature seemed like she barely knew who she was herself. she was not necessarily old, she might had been around forty at most, and possibly under the influence of some unknown substance (to myself). To my left there was the indispensable just-fell-in-love couple that had an acute case of the cuddles, a nice way to say that they were almost penetrating each other in the middle of the goddam airport.
Here are my four words:
- Clear
- Yellow
- Guru
- Solo