dont give in 2000 men

2003-11-09, 9:27 a.m.

i dreamt i had 15 minutes, and that was it. when i woke up, i could remember more than 15 minutes of my dreams, so much that the dreams collided to form new dreams, real in nature, but with the same haze as a grandaddy song, i feel a little used this morning. somewhere the thoughts that were deep, definitive to my silince, found another home; i feel a little dry this morning.

music in the room, bouncing on still unfamiliar walls -as though my room could ever be familiar- filled with posters and amateur paintings (wait, isnt that my room?).

solid circle, concrete gray

iris circle, running from and needing the hug of solid circle

another, so sure it is to be emancipated someday, wavy future and smeared estimations

red line cuts the first three into half moon outlines, the dark side has won, nothing left but a string of light on the edge of time.

green, like an unripe lemon, is jutting through the circles, again there is confusion to where the light may side; those circles have run for thousands of years.

maybe i feel a little more dry than the air, which is mostly rain filled. ill go meet the answer for another house, find a problem which cannot be solved, then the rook may run stronger.