� | click here for flickr! 2003-05-08 dreams what compels people to want that i want to fizzle sizzle pop with a long lasting ember in myyourtheir belly. i want a porch. that's what i want. last night, in my dream. i didn't dream of trains like i hoped i would. but i played the violin, and the guitar. and i wrote a song. and i was sitting in a chair, and somebody was standing before me and in glee...i wrapped my ankles behind his ankles and hugged his belly. and i went backwards to a childhood place and kept saying "i want to go home. get me out of here. i don't belong here anymore." and i woke up twice to boogie staring me in the face. [ previous� �|� � next ]
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