the pogues and palominos

the time: the middle of the night

the place: my subconscious

the activity: in a bar screaming the lyrics to a pogues song, which the rest of the crowd starts joining in on until there is a rousing chorus of pogues lyrics being sung by a crowd of at least 100. this is followed by my pouring just the right amount of this liquid, into that recepticle, touching a special spot and being transported to a large meadow where there is a teeny little horse the size of my thumb that is really my friends best friend and he is a comedian and he wants to know if this horse thing he's doing is funny. i tell him he should be a palomino.

and i wake up with pogues songs running through my brain.

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