The other night I was walking around in this dessert, and I saw a guy walking on a dune with a wide brimmed hat on and some shiny things on it. He had a long thing slung over his back, but I couldn't tell what it was. I eventually made it to him and I yelled to him, and he looked up and it was fucking Stevie Ray Vaugh. Of course the long thing was a guitar case.

I didn't realize he was dead or something, or I just wasn't aware I was dreaming. I was just elated, I was like "Hey, your Stevie Ray aren't you?" and he nodded. We had a conversation about the desert and music and life. Most of which I don't remember :/

It all pertained to my own problems though of course. I remember asking if he'd seen Hendrix, because on some level I must have been aware they were both dead, and he just said he is the legendary guy everyone thinks he is.

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ROW ROW FIGHT THE POWAH

my bed is so comfy now. idk why. im headed there soon

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Do Not Meddle In The Affairs Of Dragons,
For You Are Crunchy and Good with Ketchup
/b/ does it for the lulz!!!