i want to invent a nose vacuum so i don't have to blow it anymore
i do not want to eat stuffed black fish and feel spoiled anymore
i wrote a song yesterday with the lyrics 'publish your novel, don't publish your novel'
i read some internet poetry and thought 'this is not poetry'
i farted this morning while lying in bed and thought it was my cellphone vibrating
i had a dream the other night that i was on roller skates
i had a dream last night that i was eating chicken at a ski resort
bradford cox is becoming a reoccurring character in my dreams
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