Tuesday, September 17, 2002

I dreamt last night of rescuing a town from demonic dogs who could only detered using a photochemical spray, and could only be destroyed by ripping their jaws apart. It was grisly. Both main dream plots - and I can't remember the other - were very cinematic, ones I wish I'd actually gotten up and written down. 11:51:31 AM    comment []

Seeing that my last couple blogs contained such, I declare no more gerund or being like gerunds lead ins! 1:49:26 AM    comment []

Being stoned is, for me, like listening to my own brain's stage directions, to the neurons out in front of the curtain. I wonder too how many other people are peeking in the dressing room, if we'll run into one another, out on the catwalks, controlling the lights.Smile and wink at one another, knowing in that moment of conciousness, that the game is up, but that we are still part of the game. 1:47:12 AM    comment []