novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- shuttered windows, swingsets, flapping hands there are dreams about car races and tattoos of tigers and fiddles and an immaculate camera stitched to the back of my eyesight. hmmm. not sleeping does this to you, then. this brand of not sleeping i mean where you are working nine hours a day and then commuting two hours a day with a mist of strange mute people surrounding you. the autistic shuffle; i have dreams about the kids. (sometimes it is so alluring to want to be just like austin, a one hundred pound giggle-infested six year old who looks just like corey fieldman that is stuck in a different reality that only collides with mine when i lift him up in the air and spin him around until my arms can't handle his weight anymore and he makes eye contact while laughing to thank me.) 9:10 pm - 03.21.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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