I think in my dream last night the driver was Pete Townshend as in Pete Townshend in the era of Tommy as in the sweetest scene when Pete Townshend smashes the shit out of his guitard AKA ULTIMATE F.R.E.A.K.O.U.T.
Actually it was an excellent dream.
I dreamt I was being driven around London and the driver was telling me what had changed since I had been gone.
Peaceful. Nostalgic. Sweet. Dreamy. Very Mary Poppins.
But that only made me wonder this morning...
Obviously, there were no answers.
I just lack power in the pinball dept.
Im crossing my arms as hard as poss.
Friday, June 5, 2009
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Try practicing, I know a place.
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