I pick things up
I am a collector
And things, well things
They tend to accumulate
I have this net
It drags behind me
It picks up hobbies
For me to feed upon



Had a dream the zombie apocalypse was happening so my town self-organized with guns and loaded ourselves onto a pontoon plane and went to a remote location on the coast and when we arrived we had to jump from the plane’s loading ramp, swinging across to land with a rope and if we missed the disembodied head of a cable television executive offered to let us skip this part if we subscribed to a cable television package, in the zombie apocalypse.


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