Thursday, 2 June 2011
i dreamed i was a piece of board and that the blanket was a piece of bookcloth and it was a very complicated portfolio and i sat up and couldn't move for a long time because i was thinking i wouldn't remember how all the pieces went together and i couldn't figure out if it was important. and i couldn't remember what bodily functions could have possibly woken me, finally i pieced together 1. peeing 2. shitting 3. bleeding and then i realized one of those three things at least must be imperative and then i slowly realized that it was ok to let go of the pieces of the portfolio...
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Books dream people. Sleeping at Zack's w/my head near his (much-coveted) beautiful Britannica Eleventh I find myself in dreams being sublimated into pleasant gases, rising, drifting, leaving vapor-trails; becoming clearer, denser, more latinate, with larger vocabulary, with smaller body.
A propos: today is Zack's birthday; he is ten years older than I am.
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