My subconscious hates me. I had a dream in which I was listening to new songs by Pugacheva (a mega famous Soviet performer of extraordinary vulgarity). These new songs don’t exist. My subconscious invented them. The music, the lyrics, the works. And then forced me to listen to them.
Why, subconscious, why?
In the most memorable of these songs, Pugacheva sings that she decided to have another baby with her dearly beloved gay husband. The stuff of nightmares right there.
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Pugacheva, no!
I will not listen to this song
Listen to this song
Oh mama mia, mama mia
Pugacheva has a new song set aside
For meeeeee
For meeeeee
[absurd “Bohemian Rhapsody” drum machine and Casio keyboard solo]
🙂
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