omarkhan

I used to have Technicolor vivid dreams, then strangely none. Drugs I think stifled my nocturnal sketch pad, as now with some time away from it, dreams are quickened and time is being made up for. Mostly I dream about being on the road and stuff, I see topographical maps with tacks and string plotting a course. It goes across the USA but through Colorado first, but I stop in every town between and drink cheap long necks with locals. they make me fuck their women and I submit without much protest.