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2004-10-26, 12:51 a.m.

i think im losing my mind this time, this time, im losing my mind
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rains came to clear my mind tonight, drifting down the highway like a sailboat navigates a channel. the very faintest of thunder comes knocking on my doorstep, they way tom robbins would imagine rice paper would taste just after you burn your tongue; im planning the nights' dream sequence already. should be easy to see a road, tangerine lights from the corners of the street bleed into the center divide, mixing with canary yellow and the warhol-green of a "pass on through" light. thats where im going to sit down in a chair, a room filled with choices and i sit in the tan leather reading chair, with voluptuous curves and two fully padded arm rests.
what will i do then? who will i meet? or will the room be sealed air tight, so i can suffocate metaphorically for eight hours before waking up to a physical strangulation by so many tangible thoughts>>>>> i will meet you in the dream first, but you wont have a face. ill ask your name, but you wont have a voice. all there is; is who you are.