must. mountain. dust.

must. mountain. dust.

A Poem by Grakercub
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And you may ask yourself, how did I get here?

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I dont know what this is about
but it's about tonight
and my dreams.
I dreamt I was flying
then I woke up, smoked some pot and went back to bed.
I didn't dream after that, but I woke up and somehow I was on a mountain
that was on a beach. 

Now I can't leave. 
I guess I'm screwed. 

Where's my chocolate milk?

© 2011 Grakercub


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Grakercub
Grakercub

Chicago, IL



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A Poem by Grakercub