This is going to be three or four night worth mashed together.
A house, located in the place of the hut from the pearl. A dark room. A bunch of people totalized and individualized Brian Cappana(lifeguard coach), Robbie(who photographed us when we were kids), Mike (my newfound conscience), Jessie McNichols, Josh and Jack... maybe, i think people were smoking, i think my mother may have been there. There were stairs, It was very 70s. Psychedelic is a good word for it.
I was in Sweden, scotland. Fadi was there. Some conservative family was there. They were mechanics, spoke in thick accents, country folk. I was trying to introduce them, but I kept on forgetting people names. There was a house. The whole group was around the house. Maybe it was a frat. I think the guy, Ali, may have been there. I think josh was looking for him to fight him. There was a fruit stand on the side of a road. Hawaii. Taylor.
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i like your blog.it's weird my wife is called Molly too and every day for the past few weeks she has been waking up and saying she has had weid dreams. I see you like Cold War Kids, i have a cool video of them on my blog,an acoustic of hospital beds it's cool.
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