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 Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 6:18 pm
Mood: Defeated
Listening to: Tori Amos.
Reading: Catcher in the Rye.
Eating: Pancakes.
Drinking: Water.
I dreamt that Italy was flooded, and I rescued him from the church they were all occupying, trying to get us to the airport in time for our flight to Rome. The train tracks were broken and so the train slowly moved over the ground, over items carelessly discarded. It went through an art exhibition, and I'm not sure if we ever managed to catch that flight. But the image of her hopeless eyes clutching that crucifix burned into my memory.
I also dreamt of a mathematical calculation for hope.
That's how you know you've gone too far.
Every time I close my eyes, I'm in the desert, trying to dig my hands into dead land.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 10:33 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 9:24 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 3:19 pm
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