In my dream I look at the back of the slipcase and think “non-binary spaceship” as my eyes pass over the picture of the slightly smug alien and their fussy pompadour.
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Me when they play my jam

Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream the branching, multi fingered growth that sprouted from his head has toppled him over, pinning him to the floor. Reddened, the tips slowly wave back and forth.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream I’m sure that he will give it back.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream I see a bit of blonde hair.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream I am finally interviewing L as we walk through the woods. She is bemused. The survivors are gathered at the bottom of a basin and we begin a tender orgy.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream I’m disappointed with the way that the favorite artist bundles are too small for the cheap plastic containers.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream it never started.
In my dream
In my dream a quiz in the woods while they are a meadow.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream it is impossible to tell which of them are 45 percent.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream he holds the red, paddle shaped package like it’s something he earned.
Me when they play my jam
