In my dream I shot a monk!
In the backseat of a car!
I did it for a women!
Her hair was long and couth!
In the end, she complained because I never wanted to sleep with her!
I had too much on my mind!
Just then
And she was always fighting with her daughter!
The monk's gun shot resurfaced!
And found the blue california!
Where hundred slippy got the dogs!
And he had to be down!
In a yellow gala on walnut cove line!
My women fell in times with it!
A vet who nary who get me that he's bed moving you!
And do viales!
And I took off my suit face!
I saw that she was complaining
Notion!
And he threatened to learn "??????"
"????????????"
"???????"
—Crying bellow!
But I was reading her chair!
Come on top!
Into a top three bush!
I could see the cab from where I was!
But I didn't think that he could see me!
So I crept on
Behind
The dried
Tumbleweed!
I looked at open pacific place highway!
I watched the way he drives!
As I went
I took off my two jackets
And
Rolled up my
Sleeves!
When I looked out to the highway again, I saw my pursuer!
But this time he looked just like me
Yes he was also rolling up his sleeves
But this time he looked just like me
Yes he was also rolling up his sleeves
But this time he looked just like me
Yes he was also rolling up his sleeves
But this time he looked just like me
Yes he was also rolling up his sleeves
But this time he looked just like me
Yes he was also rolling up his sleeves
But this time he looked just like me
Yes he was also rolling up his sleeves
The yellow one returned the glass!
Thanks for the telephone!
He put them to me between the eyes!
Down out on the track!
And walked down the highway!
Leaving me behind!