Monday, January 28, 2008

Recurring dreams of strange vehicles, inexplicably depopulated suburbs, labyrinthine interiors, forgotten monuments, amnesiac voyages between transitory cities, exquisite squalor, the bittersweet promise of decay.
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6 comments:

  1. Anonymous9:40 AM

    Were the sheets sticky when you woke up?

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  2. Anonymous10:06 AM

    Sounds like the dreamscapes I've explored since I was a small child.

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  3. richelle11:13 AM

    dark friend, take my hand...we are the undead...

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  4. Mac4:36 PM

    Anon.--

    Were the sheets sticky when you woke up?

    Nope. Next question...

    Anonfan--

    I'll have keep an eye out for you!

    Richelle--

    The undead? I sure hope not!

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  5. Anonymous10:17 PM

    Mac -- I'll have what you're having. (It's the smoke, right?)

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  6. richelle11:29 PM

    I was joking about the undead. But it did seem to fit the mood.

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