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June 05, 2016


Jan Martin Löhndorf

Thekind of dream that makes me wake up screaming. A scream-dream, you might say.

Ben aka Monk Crabbs (who shall live in infamy) You have Marlboro?

This pure conjecture on my part, but it seems getting shitfaced with Sammy might be fun. Then again he might be the kind of guy who wouldn't run out of energy and would just keep talking loudly about all sorts of bullshit all night long as if he hadn't drank anything. He might be like a supercharged Harrison.


I love you guys.

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