What goes on at the back of my head? Weird stuff I tell ya. When I'm stressed I never see dreams. Sleep is a necessity between to days full of to-do lists. The past two weeks were so relaxing I started dreaming in my sleep and what fun it was to report in the morning. Best one was me and Billie Joe sitting on my parents house lawn going through my collection of CDs. (1st the collection ain't much. 2nd Where the heck did he come from?!) He asked me weather the locals might recognize him. I told him they probably do but the odds of him being there are so slim they won't believe their eyes.
Crazy as it was I strarted so think where is my Dookie C-casette (not kidding, wasn't the CD era back here yet). Cause this house is a mess, I found it from the net. And why oh why did I ever stop listening to this stuff?
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