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i have only shreds of this remaining to me now hours later, having not written it down when i first woke up (i made the mistake of looking at my phone first thing and discovering the tax bill passed), but at some point last night I dreamed I was at a recital in a very small venue, a small room with folding chairs and a low stage, where George W Bush was playing guitar and at one point he was doing fingerpicking stuff with a pair of forks while he sang in a folksy twang and I turned to my companion and muttered, “he’s from goddamn Connecticut”
I don’t remember anything else but there’s a little nugget of my subconscious.
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i have only shreds of this remaining to me now hours later, having not written it down when i first woke up (i made the mistake of looking at my phone first thing and discovering the tax bill passed), but at some point last night I dreamed I was at a recital in a very small venue, a small room with folding chairs and a low stage, where George W Bush was playing guitar and at one point he was doing fingerpicking stuff with a pair of forks while he sang in a folksy twang and I turned to my companion and muttered, “he’s from goddamn Connecticut”
I don’t remember anything else but there’s a little nugget of my subconscious.
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