last night in my dreams i was being dragged down a raging river while everyone around me was surfing the waves. later that morning i was trying to mix with my old vinyls. except every time i got the beat matched, the other track would just run its course and leave only dead air.
sometimes i wish my subconscious could be a little less obtuse and just spit it out.
sometimes i wish i would just make up my mind already.
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