going to a wedding and sitting in a section of unimportant guests.
getting new apartment and having epic party, weird things about apartment, those cats are not my cats and my apartment is connected to my neighbors-- a wall was missing, but you should expect inconsistencies when you pay so little. wait? i have a new apartment? i better get a job...
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| Dream Blinds. |
watching my parents gut lots of fish and sell them then dump the blood into the street, fights follow, and a softball coach comes to my house and asks me about my childhood...
--that was what i can remember of my dream last night.
exploring ideas of unknown origin.
also what it would be like if Robert Rauschenberg were my dad and Frida Kahlo were my mother.
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