nepenthean's Diaryland Dream Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- They stole your hole, man Frank and I were in a large, busy public park that curved around like you might find in a cemetery. We and several others were about ten feet from the curb digging out grave plots. Tons of people were sitting around kind of picnicking while this was going on. I walked around from plot to plot listening to stories of people who’d passed. When I got back to our set, I found a squatter who’d put dibs on one of them. I demurred. He claimed he had papers. I said, how could you, we just dug it. What, Frank and I were going to be buried separately?! No, no. This is horseshit. 11:16 a.m. - 2022-07-15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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