Had a dream that Id written a book, about language and life (or something), called The Biological Lexicon. My agent called me, and told me the book had just gotten a rave pre-publication blurb from Flea. I didnt know how to feel about this, so I asked my agent whether Flea was actually a great musician. I know hes a really really *good* bassist -- but is he a truly GREAT bassist, on a purely musical level, when hes not wearing a sock on his dick and jumping around? Later on, I was on a raft -- with somebody -- in a foggy, flat sea, covered in rotting, paper-like seaweed. We were stuck, and I wondered whether eating the seaweed would kill me off quicker than dying of starvation. And some more stuff happened (so I guess I didnt die) And then I woke up.
Posted on: Sat, 17 May 2014 16:23:24 +0000
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