in dreams

so last night the weirdest thing happened. tristan asked me if i wanted to eat soup made out of stoned girls (as in, taking the seeds out of, like you do with peaches or apricots.) and he seems to think it was only a dream. Whats more is that he blames the dissociatives for his new and strange obsession. I wonder about him sometimes…

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