7:27 a.m. - July 08, 2003
One day I will wake up and laugh at this crazy dream, shower, eat breakfast with the wife and children, and trot off to a day at the office.
I don't know if you'll understand the imagery because I don't myself, but I feel like I'm gliding atop a glassy ocean black and purple in color and the stench is not salt air but cloying sweet.
I don't know what that means.
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