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for whatever that's worth.

having one of those nights where life and the passage of time seem very bizarre to me.

facebook stalking old rivals and mentally creating an elaborate point system to determine who won.

We are taking part in a reality show of sorts, holed up in the wrong side of town where each person has a tiny room with no windows. My teammates consist of 2 girls who are working on our project all hours of the night and will not let me have any part of it. they are secretive and cruel and when I ask the head of this competition how much of this ( Read more... )

ONE:There was a carnival during the day, some kind of festivities and at night there is a movie shown on bleachers in a classroom of sorts. I am sitting next to a friend, getting sleepy and he puts his arm around me and I lean deep into his shoulder. His hand wanders down my arm to my waist ( Read more... )

slides from a viewfinder ( Read more... )

my dreaming self explains my waking self much better than my waking self explains my dreaming self.

a dream in one years time ( Read more... )

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We are transported to some version of the future - here’s how:

An area mostly industrial and deserted, with the space of a junkyard but the containment of a back alley. It is at once claustrophobic and infinite and we know we ought to be scared but are not…yet. there is a spaceship resembling a submarine or a playstation controller. We are ( Read more... )

scribbled almost illegibly on the back page of a script i have to read, an early morning list:

graduation of sorts - i am mugging in front of a camera with yankee figures. there is laughter, but i am awkward.

work people and photos of a pool where everyone's in a prom dress, jumping in.

the best drummer who is older than us is taken out mid ( Read more... )

i can offer you the bones, but i am keeping the meat for myself. times being what they are ( Read more... )