---> (of 05jan07)
"never mix it with black tea", she said, and when you're just about to collapse into slumber, the invisible finger switches your mind on. inhaling the nicotine strongly, absorbing the air around you with strange fondness. and she was friendly for the first hour. making conversation and feeling a little too confident. crashing the final hours with a splitting headache and it had to rain at the precise moment. luck was on her side when she met her lover and they held hands throughout the nite...
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where art thou's dreams?
my new bed and mattress are horrible and giving me backaches. hence lately, for the first few minutes of wake-ness, instead of reminiscing, i end up cursing and worrying about my spine more than anything else. but constantly reminding myself, this is only temporary. and the new abode will come before i know it.
blue oyster cult still...
