an unpolitical thing
The other night I had a dream. For some odd reason I was hanging out with Lemmy Kilmister and what I presumed to be his entourage. None of them were wearing Motorhead t-shirts, so they couldn’t have been members of the band. We were seated in a cramped booth at a diner in the early [...]
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