Juju in India

I had this dream where I ran into Juju in India and we walked through the forest to an abandoned temple. Built a fire, watched the stars, kissed with tongue. You know that kind of dream that feels completely real. Woke up and spent the whole day lovesick because it had felt so deep and genuine. Scared me a little.

No wonder I’d do anything to be in that bong room with Juju and Nura like SXTN are in their new video. I’m genuinely jealous of anyone who gets to chill there with them, smoke, watch the dancers. But the more I talk about this the more pathetic I sound. Nobody wants to hear it.

So I’ll play the bitter music journalist and say Bongzimmer sounds like some forgettable track from a bad memory-game band. Which obviously isn’t true. But maybe if I roast SXTN hard enough they’ll notice me. I’m going to bed now. Maybe I’ll dream about India again. Maybe about Juju’s lips…