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i swear there is a bird in my attic. it's been humming all morning and i can hear it through the ceiling and i couldn't go back to sleep but i didn't mind i just laid there and stretched out for a while.
i keep having this dream that i lost my hands. i misplaced them, i mean. and i keep trying to touch a lot of things but my arms just look ghost-like and disappear at the wrists. and i guess i live in some church, and a pew is my bed and i make a living unfolding the pages of hymnals with my arm.
i keep having this dream that i lost my hands. i misplaced them, i mean. and i keep trying to touch a lot of things but my arms just look ghost-like and disappear at the wrists. and i guess i live in some church, and a pew is my bed and i make a living unfolding the pages of hymnals with my arm.