Last night I had a dream that I was lying in bed, with a big sketchy bug crawling up my arm, it was too dark to identify it, so I fling my arm, while yeling “WHAT THE FUCK?”, apparently I actually yelled out, which woke up my mom, anyways, I get up this morning and there’s this huge-ass spider chillin on my guitar, which totally fucking sketched me out for, like, a half an hour. I guess it wasn’t a dream.
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