i dreamt last night that i went to graceland and it turned out to be a seedy motel with some crappy giftshops. i was looking for a pair of sunglasses with elvis sideburns attached for my mom. my mom LOVES elvis but never got to see him in concert. just after my dad finally relented and was going to get her tickets, elvis bought the farm.
i own a book of short stories and they all have to do with elvis.
my arm is itchy and i have to go grocery shopping tonight. those items are not related at all.
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