novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- bisons running with i dreamed about two girls last night, one i used to live with and one i used to love. in my dream there were baby pictures and video vignettes. an art opening and troubled eyes. a dock and swaying ships, you and i sitting on a pier, our feet hanging over the side, aware of the past and pain and misgivings. looking at seaglass necklaces, fingering swollen edges. i told you i think i want to quit everything and run away. i want to have a breakdown but i don't want to get institutionalized or end up living with my parents. and you said look at my solo project. look at how idealistic i was five years ago. we were sitting in treehouses talking and watching each other with our peripheral vision. why do you like my drawings? why did you keep that one in your wallet for months and months? because you aren't ever going to be a romantic. and i said trains of thought are as elegant as bisons. little feet and short little legs and giant thick heads and strange, bumpy backs. i said you just bump along. 10:44 am - 09.21.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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