A flying horse engulfed in flames.
Mare of the night 🌉.
Nightmare.
6/6
When I’m a homeless old man, I won’t have any guitar pedals, but I’ll still have my hands..
So I can prop up on the sidewalk , pluck .
Like Picasso’s painting..
(long as you have your hands)
Digits. Fingahs. Spider legs.
In This dream, there was some massive Tram. Enclosed. With carpet and seating and shops.
And it was hauling such ass, such incredible ass , while barely making a whir..
And I was… I was killing time..
I had no business on that vehicle, and I looked around at the people and I knew that we weren’t the same.
Just underground, moving incredibly fast.
I saw a giant map,a displayport, showing the stops.
Massive.
There was a song playing
If you’re loving
dawn 