A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- half-light more randomness, took the last couple of days off of work to decompress and get a little rest and now i'm practically drunk on sleep had a recurrence of a nightmare from when i was in second grade: it's a bright morning a litle cool and the trees are just come into full leaf, everyone is playing on the primary playground, off in the corner are some kids i've never seen before jumping rope and singing a song, suddenly the sky is grey and all the other kids are gone except for me and the three outsiders whose song is now repeating the same passage like a broken record ("...and spinning...and spinning...") even years later that one still creeps me out and i'm nowhere nearer making any sense of it i'm less exhausted physically but my mind is still pretty well fucked...i think i'll take another nap 2:58 p.m. - 2002-06-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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