I had a dream I was rock climbing in the Grand Canyon with John Joseph and Charles Bukowski. Civilization was crumbled, but that wasn't a part of the dream...just implied. Of course Bukowski was complaining the whole time. We camped in these cocoon-like single person tents that hung from our repelling gear.
We watched fire works and people far below canoeing as we went to sleep.
When I woke up I had a cup of coffee and listened to Malfunction.
We watched fire works and people far below canoeing as we went to sleep.
When I woke up I had a cup of coffee and listened to Malfunction.
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