riding in a wood powered stone car with my cousins holy crap gotta get to the airport gotta get off maui to rehearsal so tired tall pink marble room filled with you’re all a bunch of vagina bitches…
i’d like to teach a class about the theory of dreaming, my texts would include castaneda and mckenna maybe even some leguin, then for finals we would all drink passion flower and mugwort tea in a cozy room and attempt to contact one another. everyone gets an a.
