for the past week, my dreams have been cut and paste of mismatched fragments of collage and paper mache. pieces from various jigsaw puzzles. empty film. blank paper. the pen has no ink. and on monday night, it was about shoes. i do not like dreams about shoes. they are no good. except for the one i had about chocolate shoes. yeah, the dream about chocolate shoes was really good.
i am on holidays now.
not that it makes a difference.
my life is like that other dream i had last year about me going to an art school in a prison. go figure.
today i have listened to:
1. clikatat ikatowi 'live august 1995' cd
2. the festival of dead deer 'many faces of mental illness' lp.
and no, neither of these bands mentioned are "screamo".
get your fuckin' genres right.
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