[in the words of Tull]
so let me tell you about my dream
basically for some reason rob and i board a train to god knows where, 2 hours later i start panicking because i need to go back, so he yells - you see that ridge, once you cross it thats pocanos, you can never go back. your best chance is to board that train. he points and there are elevated tracks about 500 feet up with no fucking platform and a narrow ladder leading up and people just hop on the train as it speeds by at like 150 miles an hour. so i say - fuck that, ill take the local, and predictably its just departing the station which is on the ground. so i go outside to look at the station, the doors behind me get locked and i realize that next train is at 22:59, and i need to meet franco at fu at 10. so i start walking and searching for a cab - all cabs are either taken or off duty and for some reason they all drive perpendicular to streets
finally i get to some ghetto neighborhood that resembles the ghetto i used to live in, i observe some dude on a levitating machine run over another dude than stash his body in his car and speed away as some random black children try to lead me somewhere. i continue walking, then i see manhattan far away and theres a goddamn mushroom cloud above it and shit. so i walk back to the ghetto neighborhood and for some reason professor is there. she tells me that shes heading to barbies for a sleepover and i realize that they are both lesbians. somehow i see barbie at her place and shes being very dramatic and yelling "but i dont want professor here" and waving her arms
and theres some sort of a blast and next thing i know im on a train somewhere in the open - just fields and trees, and the train has no cars, its just like a platform on the wheels. and my mother is there and she is wondering - so if the stock of this beer producing company is at 56c, and i can recycle the bottle for 10c, how can we profit from this? for some reason the best explanation that comes to mind is CDS, so i try to explain it to her
and then the goddamn alarm clock goes off and i realize that i need therapy
so let me tell you about my dream
basically for some reason rob and i board a train to god knows where, 2 hours later i start panicking because i need to go back, so he yells - you see that ridge, once you cross it thats pocanos, you can never go back. your best chance is to board that train. he points and there are elevated tracks about 500 feet up with no fucking platform and a narrow ladder leading up and people just hop on the train as it speeds by at like 150 miles an hour. so i say - fuck that, ill take the local, and predictably its just departing the station which is on the ground. so i go outside to look at the station, the doors behind me get locked and i realize that next train is at 22:59, and i need to meet franco at fu at 10. so i start walking and searching for a cab - all cabs are either taken or off duty and for some reason they all drive perpendicular to streets
finally i get to some ghetto neighborhood that resembles the ghetto i used to live in, i observe some dude on a levitating machine run over another dude than stash his body in his car and speed away as some random black children try to lead me somewhere. i continue walking, then i see manhattan far away and theres a goddamn mushroom cloud above it and shit. so i walk back to the ghetto neighborhood and for some reason professor is there. she tells me that shes heading to barbies for a sleepover and i realize that they are both lesbians. somehow i see barbie at her place and shes being very dramatic and yelling "but i dont want professor here" and waving her arms
and theres some sort of a blast and next thing i know im on a train somewhere in the open - just fields and trees, and the train has no cars, its just like a platform on the wheels. and my mother is there and she is wondering - so if the stock of this beer producing company is at 56c, and i can recycle the bottle for 10c, how can we profit from this? for some reason the best explanation that comes to mind is CDS, so i try to explain it to her
and then the goddamn alarm clock goes off and i realize that i need therapy
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