Hello My Freaky Darlings
7:00 here in 432, I am assuming it will be later than that when you all get around to reading this. I woke up at 6:00 in a panic, desperately (in my mind) searching for something. I got over that and felt a dream pouring back into me, the one that precluded this panic.
Dark hazy blue sky, but apparently it is day. The wind is blowing hard enough to send a trashcan flying across the scene. Why is there city trashcan in what appears at first glance to be a huge open country plain? Why is there a man walking around with a moose in his pants? Why does this feel like a completely normal occurance? There is a pretty little girl holding flowers and smiling at me. I pat her on the head, slightly mussing her hair. Her name is Sara, it comes to me almost instantly. Apparently I've been looking for the Moose pants guy for a long time, I can't tell if I am angry or relieved. I send Sara on her way and walk towards him.
That is when I realize what woke me up, a loud noise from the room adjacent to mine, one that sounds like a broomstick losing a battle with friction and slapping against the tile floor, the same sound you have heard if you have happened to spend more than 20 minutes in my room. Why did my suitemate get up at 6:00 to start banging shit around? Why the hell did that guy have a moose in his pants?
A most amazing red sun just peeked through the bottom of blinds. Lots to do today, even more to think about. I'm thinking about melting them all down and pouring the mixture into my mind, giving it a quick stir and pouring it back out again to see what falls out of solution. The idea is romantic to me, I think. I like being romantic.
See you kids in the funny papers.
Dark hazy blue sky, but apparently it is day. The wind is blowing hard enough to send a trashcan flying across the scene. Why is there city trashcan in what appears at first glance to be a huge open country plain? Why is there a man walking around with a moose in his pants? Why does this feel like a completely normal occurance? There is a pretty little girl holding flowers and smiling at me. I pat her on the head, slightly mussing her hair. Her name is Sara, it comes to me almost instantly. Apparently I've been looking for the Moose pants guy for a long time, I can't tell if I am angry or relieved. I send Sara on her way and walk towards him.
That is when I realize what woke me up, a loud noise from the room adjacent to mine, one that sounds like a broomstick losing a battle with friction and slapping against the tile floor, the same sound you have heard if you have happened to spend more than 20 minutes in my room. Why did my suitemate get up at 6:00 to start banging shit around? Why the hell did that guy have a moose in his pants?
A most amazing red sun just peeked through the bottom of blinds. Lots to do today, even more to think about. I'm thinking about melting them all down and pouring the mixture into my mind, giving it a quick stir and pouring it back out again to see what falls out of solution. The idea is romantic to me, I think. I like being romantic.
See you kids in the funny papers.