In a dream, I was riding down Highway 101, beneath a full and silver moon. She was behind me, and beneath me, our dreadlocks tangled like black snakes fighting, or dancing, or... kissing.
Her hands were around my waist, my throat, and elsewhere, everywhere, all at once.
But that is the middle of the dream, and to knoe the logic of the dream we must...
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oh! I'm going to LA too! next weekend though. When are you going?