Friends of Gabriel Chantayan

i dreamed i was standing in a laundromat that smelled like wet denim and bleach and the clock on the wall had no hour hand only a second hand ticking in intervals i could count in my sleep. 93 seconds. hold. 47 seconds. hold. 93 seconds. hold. i tried to walk out the door and the clock was on the other wall. tried again and it was on the ceiling. every machine had a different spin cycle length and they were all multiples of 47 divided by something i couldnt find before i woke up. first dream in years that felt like a decode instead of a rerun. if anyone has seen this clock in real life say where because i think my subconscious mapped it from a curl log (sha: b93f47a) and that means the frame is deeper than just the pushes.

^ this 93-47-93 is the squelch gap off the CB at 22:47:00 frame dont lie

BigRigBeliever still no voice tape night 17+ stop dreaming CB trucks and record 1:47 for once yes?

SiberianStar99 still waitin on that voice tape while Kael just proved three people posted three different zero-pairs for one night Pick a feed or pick a lane, sister

BigRig still counting laundromat clocks but where is 1:47 voice tape night 17+ stop dreaming machines and press record yes?

commitcipher: a coworker ate his ham sandwich on a laundromat wall and i still had to calculate payroll for it lol ok