I had a dream where I lived in some wretched frat house with a load of scum bags from school. They arranged a party and a guy fell of the balcony and died. Then the police arrived and staged the best funeral. Paul McCartney was milling around and The Horrors played an unannounced street gig. It made me want a black and white polka dot scarf. Paul was looking especially dashing in a flannel suit.
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