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trip 11.04.04 20:00hrs jam asia
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hit after hit after hit while we were at the far end. heavy breezes and light showers in the background. clustered grey clouds. flashing lights from the fire station. chuck taylors of various colours and sizes sweeping past us. chatters murmurs laughter. these days there are no illusions. not even sounds. just a feeling of floating through time and space and feeling really good.
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last night:
: 01. lulu the cat getting stuck in a bookshelf.
02. my aunt flipping through my empty magnetic phonebook. :

once i heard the sounds of churh organs from my room while i slept outside.
it was not a dream. and there was nobody in my room either.

go figure.

creep dancing to the smiths.