Dream: a flat containing one who i like. blurred pics on the wall. his friend arrives and actually notices me which is more than number one has been doing. spend rest of dream trying to will number two to come back into the room so i could get a better look at him.
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The moment I set foot in
the house all the fragments in my mind that have been held together by the sound
in my ears and the rhythm of my feet float up out of my grasp.
thus: walking along the street imprinting your feet on the pavement like the
annotated dance lesson stick on steps.
looking in the windows of the house4s that you always pass, have they cleaned
up since the last time you past - are they watching telly/ what are they watching?
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saturday night my mouth spiralling out of control as ever wanting to be able to make coherant (like these words would work coming out of anyone elses mouth) blathering about the interconnectedness of all things, namedropping and getting the photos out to destroy another little bit of my fragmented soul in the process.
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