Writer of experimental fiction, blogger, and editor.
I don't know what Gary R Smith II was doing in my dream, but he was there with his obnoxiously cool shades and everything.I woke up Sunday morning and discovered that I'd written this down:
I aint so cnvincd that you an Gary was all dat cool in yer dream, cause neithr one a ya got Umas pants off.On th othr han, Im pretty sure Uma was cool inda dream cause neithr one a you guys gotter pants off.
Exactly. I only FELT cool. It was clear that I was riding bitch for a reason.
Uma dont happm t be th chick thougt you was imptent, dose she?(Yeah. Joey reads arckives! Go figger!)
No, no. There are multiple women that ignore my attentions.
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