Sweet Dreams Of Alien Encounters
Pleasant dreams to all out there on the road to Dreamville. I'm nodding off like a methadone recipient. Trying to not surrender to the pull of my eyelids. So grateful to be alive and feeling something. Saw good friends tonight. We're a crew of misfits and paranormal activity consultants. We consult things and people and UFOs. I collect data for space stations that are so covert you'd think they were clouds. Chris Modl snores and I eat s'mores. The sugary treats keep me glued to something. A void nothingness in the vast reaches of my skull houses a family of four with a couple of shitzus. No wonder I keep sneezing so rapidly in succession. Good night angels. I hardly knew ye.