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DREAM: Riding a bike down some really steep streets at
night. Phil and a few others follow. Eventually, I’m walking through yards of
different business buildings – an intricate maze of fences. I remember seeing
an over-sized container of cocoa powder down the road – it was big enough to
sit inside. I come across a clothesline of sorts. I see 3 or 4 wooden poles
spread out and in line with each other. Instead of a physical string or rope
connecting all of them, I see a white blue fluorescent line of light. Other
people are not supposed to be able to see it but I have the ability for some
reason. A security alarm will go off if I touch it. So I carefully crawl
underneath it. I think I see the container of cocoa powder but there are still
too many fences to get through. I walk inside a building where some band lives.
There are four triple bunk beds made out of wood – a conversation with one of
the guys that lives there. Back out front, I become someone else, a chubby man
in his 50’s wearing big round glasses and long hair. I have on a pair of
Converse All-Stars. I’m standing right on my grave where I supposedly died
almost 50 years ago. The grave is uncovered now and everybody can see my
rotting decaying body. I try to prove to the guy next to me that that was me in
the grave and I’m alive now. I even point out that the body is wearing the same
Converses I am wearing. Then he believes me.
1:50 p.m. I get out of bed after sitting in it for the past
20 minutes. Phlegm is creating a wheeze in the back of my throat.
Brianna is cleaning the bathtub.
Breakfast: Hot Cream of Wheat Cereal with Vanilla, Butter,
Brown Sugar, and Milk. Orange Mango Juice. Zinc and Alfalfa.
I take my bike to Target and Kmart.
I make Creamy Tomato Soup from scratch for later.
Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips.
Pear. Red Peach Tea.
Work at China Wok.
Delivering an $80 order of Chinese food, I grab the heavy
box with both hands and carry it up to the house. A little boy in an orange
shirt playing his Nintendo DS lets me in through a white gate and opens the
front door for me. As soon as I am inside, I hear the most piercing sound of
tiny dogs barking. The decibel level of these barks is higher than the sound of a snare drum being hit at it’s hardest. My hands are preoccupied holding the box,
so I can’t protect my ears. I set the box down on the table. The lady tells me
to wait in the kitchen where the table is being set for the whole family.
“Times are hard,” she says as she leaves me with almost a $30 tip.
My taste buds seem to be inactive and the wheeze continues.
Possible signs of acute bronchitis.
I watch a documentary called We Live in Public (2009)
over Dinner: Lentil Vegetable Soup. Steamed Artichoke. Basmati Rice. Garlic
Naan Bread.
To the bank. On the phone with Margot. Storage unit.
A little bit of Tapioca Pudding and Cinnamon Toast Crunch
Cereal. Mango.
I stay awake until I have to meet the Mae guys at 7 a.m. to
drive to Pennsylvania for a show.
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2 comments:
i'd like to survey your thoughts and opinions:
how do you feel about love at first sight? do you think that it is possible for someone to have a connection with you even if they have only met you a few times?
I am more prone to the idea that we are all connected. However, certain people will understand, or rather get you better than others. The older I become the more disbelief I have in love at first sight considering my own experiences with love. I'm still hopeful though. But to give you a straight forward answer to your second question...YES, absolutely.
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