Thursday, November 16, 2006
>I had the most vivid dream of fighting people and everyone had gnarly katanas and I explicitly remember feeling mine slicing my hands when I was fumbling with it trying to put it away in the sheath. It was the weirdest thing because I swear I could feel it in my dream so realisticly, those pieces of me being cut away- that bizaare feeling of parts of you missing from yourself<
For some reason at the time I am the most tired and most need to be sleeping I become awake and so very awake that I know if I go to sleep I'll miss something. My mind is reeling and everything's so much faster and I'm actually awake and its such a distinct feeling I wish I could recreate at more convenient times. I always feel like writing shit down when I should be sleeping.
"Hey Mother, Hey hey Mother, why do you cry? Tell me what the birds have said about my father.
Hey Father, Hey hey Father, what do you know? Lovers on the carousel won't ride forever."
For some reason at the time I am the most tired and most need to be sleeping I become awake and so very awake that I know if I go to sleep I'll miss something. My mind is reeling and everything's so much faster and I'm actually awake and its such a distinct feeling I wish I could recreate at more convenient times. I always feel like writing shit down when I should be sleeping.
"Hey Mother, Hey hey Mother, why do you cry? Tell me what the birds have said about my father.
Hey Father, Hey hey Father, what do you know? Lovers on the carousel won't ride forever."
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