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Dreaming of the dead.
Last night I dreamed of an all-female family reunion on what seemed to be a Southern plantation. I didn't recognize any of the women at first, but I think I sensed my paternal grandmother was around somewhere. It seemed like most of them would have been from my father's side and I joked that we all must be related somewhere down the line since most ( Read more... ) -
Catching up.
Trying to catch up on my LJ reading since my internet has been out for almost a month. Just when I was getting ready to call it in for repair, it suddenly came back up on its own today. Weird.
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My Ingredients
Earlier today, I was thinking, if you were to break me down into various objects, influences and elements, it would be the following:
- 3.6 gallons of rebellion
- 2/3 bottle of captured rain
- about 15.56% Arthur Dietrich
- six cups of graveyard soil
- two cups of sparkles and glitter
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Horses.
My God…how have I never heard this song before? It's fucking perfect. I'm just stunned ( Read more... ) -
It's the little things...
I was out eating breakfast this morning and a nice very elderly man came by my table on his way out and gave me these two small rocks that he painted.
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Water dreams.
The other night, I had a dream about a leaking ceiling turning into a flood that rushed down the hallways and walls of an abandoned hotel where I was living. Everything was gray and white ( Read more... ) -
Productivity.
I've decided I'm not going to get any work done today with this picture of James Roday on my desktop.
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