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07 August 2003 @ 11:54 am
kisses and dreams  
anniesj is a peep-smoking freak! Discuss.

::kisses Annie::

I slept twelve hours last night and had a dozen dreams. In one, I was wandering around downtown Seattle, which had turned into a university district, and I was trying to get home by bus, but they kept pulling out before I could reach them. I chased after one through the crowds of students and ended up on a side street I'd never seen before. A girl started to give me directions, pointing up a slanted alley that she said would take me back to Pine Street, but she ended up walking along with me part of the way. We wended through a huge bazaar, a series of semi-subterranean dens and rathskellers linked by dim tunnels, in which an array of goths and sexual fetishists lounged. It was fabulous and I kept staring at everything, wondering how I'd managed for years to miss this whole wild area of the city, so close to where I lived. We stopped a few times in shops and at cafe counters, and I struck up conversation with a tall bald man like a genie, dressed in a green velvet robe, who was keeping Spike as his love slave and bartender, chained behind a bar. The bar itself was vivid, with a scarred top and some kind of broken window high on the wall behind it, with stark whitish-grey light filtering down. Spike made me a latte.

I wish it were overcast today. I wish that every day.
 
 
 
kassrachel on August 7th, 2003 12:14 pm (UTC)
I wish it were overcast today. I wish that every day.

You and I live on very different emotional planets.

:-)

Pouncer: blue cubist deerthepouncer on August 7th, 2003 12:24 pm (UTC)
I dream that I buy fabulous designer purses on super-sale. A Hermes bag in powder blue crocodile was a lovely dream acquisition. Also, a Coach purse that I actually managed to find on eBay for less than half of retail. Mine never have any narrative, they just ramble along.
the butcher of mayfair: anniesj-elasticaanniesj on August 7th, 2003 12:24 pm (UTC)
::makes out with you passionately while decorating your boobies with Cheerios::
in search of a clever byline: It's Man10zlaine on August 7th, 2003 03:55 pm (UTC)
Come home. It is dreary gray and the air is heavy with moisture--it's beautiful. Plus, blueberries are in season. And you can get lobster rolls at McDonalds.

Someday I'm sending you a care package. Sans lobster, though.

And Nip/Tuck this week was a little emotionally draining.
Laura Bblaurosen on August 7th, 2003 06:56 pm (UTC)
I wish it were overcast too
It's so cool when I see someone else with that.

I'm counting the days until fall like a kid with an Advent calendar. That it's light past 8 pm is not natural.