I had a dream last night that I was back in school. Why am I always rushing in dreams? Is it significant that I dreamt it the day before my old school starts term? What about Eoghan's theories about the realm of dreams? To look at my hands, or not to look at my hands?
My foot is bleeding.
Google image Mystic Hot Springs Mike. That's where I was last thursday night.
Haha. I just wrote: 'Her own ‘romances’, lack of passion: kiss ‘stolen’ from her. Tensions between generations, university a blank.' about Andrea in Nada. Shit.
About Me
- Florence
- I tend to fall in love with ideas. And also get really excited about music and be like WOW YUM and then realise that that is an utterly and hopelessly inappropriate reaction. Some people can fragment my mind and others affirm my notion of living on a different plain from others. And from my body too. Then they ask me if I mean out of body experiences and I realise I have just said everything I thought out loud. I give a guffaw and explain how I’m actually thinking about falling off horses called Lemon whilst panicking over the concept of coexisting with a creature which is so much bigger than me but which I cannot understand, and they do these shifty eyes and bat their mascara laden lashes and run screaming. Unless (love me!) they are those rare amazing easter egg type people who instead do some sort of strange abrupt motion and insist they know exactly what I mean. At which point I begin to presume that everyone is in fact a perception and it’s just the way they impact upon me that I notice. Have you ever looked at something and realised that it looks 2D? I think I need to get glasses.
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