TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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04.26.05, tuesday night
I had the weirdest dream the other night; I usually dream about snow, teeth, forests, burning villages, bicycling through Versailles, devouring complex philosophical systems in the form of wafflecone rollercoasters. . . But this time I grew testicles. Big, pendulous, warm, soft ones. When I woke up, I thought I still had them and I said to Jimmy (asleep, dreamy, snoring softly), Ah, I finally get it.