a fed up dream of escape.... a slip away in the middle of the night w/o informing anyone.. to simply just disappear to a place I know no one. no one. no forwarding address. I don't want to be found. I wish I could find that guy's bird...that would make me feel good to be able to return it... it would really make his day.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Dream of Escape
a fed up dream of escape.... a slip away in the middle of the night w/o informing anyone.. to simply just disappear to a place I know no one. no one. no forwarding address. I don't want to be found. I wish I could find that guy's bird...that would make me feel good to be able to return it... it would really make his day.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Shriveled Hand Stuck to the Apple Box
I put myself down for a 12 hour sleep... sore throat mostly gone...head is quite foggy still ... I fell into a world that I was an apple farmer and the parties paying me to collect all the various types of apples had a hidden agenda. dismembered body parts left in the sun too long shrivel and they stick to things... like apple crates.
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