i asked the question, 'what do you dream about?' you replied, 'rivers...'
then i said, 'as a child i dreamt about death, regularly...'
you replied, 'to stave off death, humans create life.'
all of my dreams coagulated. blood that ran, froze in veins, corpuscles suspended. how do you do that?
mysteries of life revolve around three things:
1. sand dunes
2. ocean waves
3. childbirth
but kittens stave off respnsibility.
then i said, 'as a child i dreamt about death, regularly...'
you replied, 'to stave off death, humans create life.'
all of my dreams coagulated. blood that ran, froze in veins, corpuscles suspended. how do you do that?
mysteries of life revolve around three things:
1. sand dunes
2. ocean waves
3. childbirth
but kittens stave off respnsibility.
Everyone Poops. I really need to buy that book; it could be a companion for Jazz Fish Zen on my shelf.
Orwell was a prophet. very much so.
I want to be a geek for my occupation. Lucky.
somehow this is connected with something else, yes, and I do get it, yes, and it is all wonderful. I have come to the realization that not only is the labrynth a one way trip, but it can be a cycle as well. Never mind. Nice to meet you.