In my dream the town rolls over, pink.
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Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream it’s dun colored.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream we are still picking cars.
In my dream
In my dream there are portions that open in the higher resolution, like the metal back of the pill.
Me when they play my jam

Now Playing: Smooth and Chunky
This song will leap out at me once a year or so and it’s all I ever need to hear from Level 42. I have no curiosity about them beyond this one pop gem.
In my dream
In my dream I snake around them and knock their block off, even though I doubt that I can win the fight.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream he suggests to me among the kitchen clatter of party preparation that he would like to try chastity. I’m charmed.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream the gumball machine is filled with stuffed Peanuts toys and Superballs. I sort them on the floor. You go through the charcuterie to get to the handmade goods.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream it is a suburban dad hatchback, simply.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream it’s where I knew it was: the secret, wood panelled apartment tucked inside the walls of the other apartment. Now I have to decide whether I will throw in with the older more established crew of scammers who use it as their base. Among their trophies: a massive antique Oz book that has full-size dress patterns for each of the girl characters bound into it.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream the narrow sandbar invites my lazy crisscrossing. There is comfort.
Me when they play my jam
