I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream. That's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight... razor... and surviving.
my father was a roadie for foghat. my mother coined the phrase, "thank you." both took copious amounts of mescaline during my conception. i was born with an extra kneecap on the back of my neck, thereby causing me to be a social outcast and a one-man three-legged-race juggernaut.
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I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream. That's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight... razor... and surviving.
that last comment must have been just too deep for me
i believe it's a quote from "apocalypse now."
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