Thursday, April 29, 2004

sleep these days are sporadic.
the venues often rotate.
and a bed can be absolutely anything.

dreams have been:
visuals of my never ending paranoia.
altered cut up versions of real life scenes.
sequences. sentiments. semantics.
semiotics.

i say - "fuck semiotics."

wednesday's audio prescription: japancakes, ladytron, june of 44.

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