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Strange Dreams.
I'm exhausted, my mind was racing with craptasmic dreams last night. Here's how they went ( Read more... ) -
And another, 4.12.10
escaping myself, I caught
my eyes, dripping the
stuff of goodbyes.
signing off and over
and out to tell-tale signs
and warning signs.
I always knew
she'd do it.
"it's you and me, we could get out of here." -- Mae -
04.12.10: three pieces
-see me ( Read more... ) -
Hebrew Haiku
מתחת ללב
יש קול שאומר השם.
ֿאבל מי שם? -
It's a funny thing.
Ending up where you want to be, and yet not in the way you intended.
Sometimes I feel like this life isn't my own anymore. I'm going through the motions. -
Silence.
One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven,
eight.
Always up, up again late?
Nine, ten,
I wonder if I'll ever see you
again. -
Well
I dream so much, all the time. Every night. And I always wake up remembering them, but I manage to push the dreams away.
It seems that often I have dreams of unpleasant things -- infidelity and depression. I don't know what to make of it. But I won't catalog such things here. They're just stupid. -
DreamTown.
I woke up in the middle of the night from what can only be described as a nightmare. Why? Because it was horribly vivid, from scents to images, and I couldn't fall back asleep afterward. Here's the gist.
I was picking Evan/Tuvia (the boyfriend) up at the airport. He was stressed out and as he was getting in the car he lit a cigarette. I don't know ( Read more... ) -
Octopi in Canaan.
Last night I had one of those wacky, super-vivid dreams that has me wondering what it means. I mean, for the most part it was utterly ridiculous, so in reality it probably means a whole lot of nothing.
Myself and four other people from my Birthright trip were at this gigantic library doing intense research trying to make a breakthrough in the case ( Read more... ) -
A funny little poem.
Ode to a Bathroom Stall
Oh bathroom stall,
Why are you so small?
Thighs hitting sanitary dispensers,
Difficult to exit, even harder to enter!
I twist, I turn, to get to the seat,
Why must you persist in offering grief?