I’m in some kind of Oz-like patchwork landscape. I’m talking to ?The Tin Woodsman and explaining why i have to get home before dark but i can’t make him understand me and i’m getting frustrated.
Yoko and i are sitting at a small round table on a sidewalk outside of a café (Raleigh Times?). She’s is telling me about her new album and her feelings about music in general. A few tables up the sidewalk from us, behind Yoko, i can see Blade is making funny faces and mocking her. I’m mad but try not to laugh too.
Me’n the sabre-tooth are playing in the living room. He looks so fat and healthy and i feel happy.
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