i know it’s been very hard for us to kill off happiness:
you can barely breathe i have to tell you something in this dream you had enormous breasts they look fake but i don't remember you had surgery sorry you had your head propped up on the edge of an old school desk you were quietly having a spa the desk was a spa machine you can tell me anything this is what sucks about this city after each performance there's no place to talk people go to graves to talk listen i'll go pay for those tickets then we'll go 
Divagyrations 