two nights ago i had a dream that i was wearing shoes made out of receipts. last night i had a dream that i was writing a song about my grandpa that went "I LOVE YOU GRANDPA, MORE THAN DIAMONDS."
i would just like to say that last night i was making out with dennis hopper's son on a kitchen floor and he and hannah ruskin were eating chewed up pasta from my mouth. amen. ps his name is henry hopper, not unlike a fantastical toad.