Wednesday, May 19, 2004

last night, all the things that i had forgotten screamed for help in my dream.

and right now i can just hear some freudian going.. we all dream; we do not understand our dreams, yet we act as if nothing strange goes on in our sleep minds, strange at least by comparison with the logical, purposeful doings of our minds when we are awake.

bleah.

gp gp gp.
i hate you so.

wonderful poetry. isn't it.