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August 3rd, 2005

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09:29 am - Dreamscapes/Poetry
My dramscapes have always been verdantlands filled with mystery and wonder! But anyway, I'll just recount a couple of them here because they are cool. These three were last nights, and the lighting in the dreams were very dreary, probably because I read Poe's "Ligeia" again before I went to bed. I read that fucker when I was 14 in mom's hallway and it scared me so bad I couldn't even move. He liked to use the adjective "dreary" and "weary" and he liked to "wander" all over the place because he was sad and on opium. Anyway, dreams:

I was standing in the dark on some cliff and there was a guest house. My aunt Joyce and my mother were both standing there, one was standing there in the dark. I never have suicidal thoughts, so it surprised me that what I thought in the dream was "just do it" so I leapt off of the cliff, but then as I was falling I was sure that I was going to hit water, and I did. But it was such a long fall! I managed to scramble back up and Joyce was all "hey, that's no big deal because it's high tide", and I took a second look, and the water was almost up to the edge of the cliff.

Don't Gorge out!


I was driving my red beat-the-fuck-up Mitsubishi at night on Turner McCall in Rome, Georgia and some kid started throwing things at it (this actually happened once) so I turned around and my car became a convertible and it got smaller and I zoomed over and tried to run him over, but by the time I got to him he was as small as a mouse with a little red hat in the fields. I never caught him.


There were a row of pianos and several young children were preparing to perform (in the dark) with the orchestra which also sat without light. One of them came up to me and said "I'm so nervous". She was Asian. I said "you'll be fine", but as I did, her eyes sort of wrapped around her head and I got nervous as well. They all began playing into what was was basically a chaotic dissonance. It was very creepy.


You said its easy
and i said okay
we'll save our worries
for another day



I say I have some
But not enough
To fill a bucket



How does one feel it
if one is transplanted
like some confused delphinium
place to place
without rest?


You said you were an open book
And I said
I am only half that way
"Give me your bookmark!"
Because it is plaited with gold
and I want it
You said I can't have everything I want
But I want it now
Why can't I have it


Dialogue with self

You're doing it!
Doing what?
Then why ask about it all the time?
I don't have the answer to that
Yeah, we'll you don't have the answers to a lot of things.
It seems that way doesn't it
Yes, but things will come your way.
Hold on for one more day?
Yes, like that annoying song.
I keep holding, but no end is ever met.
It will come eventually.
I don't have the answer to that quesion (spelled like that)
Why do I say that?
Because you talked to Adam too much in your formative years.
Are you finished?


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Date:August 5th, 2005 08:43 pm (UTC)
Yr so purdy.
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Date:August 15th, 2005 01:04 am (UTC)
jer...do you like my new user pic?

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