2002-01-22 & 8:19 a.m. : storm/static/sleep/antennas to heaven
in my dream my head was cracked open like an egg on a counter-top
in my dream my head was cracked open like an egg on a counter-top
there were computer programs to use and requests to fulfill
the edges of the bathtub had rust on them and my toothbrush was missing
i fell asleep with my hand on stuart's stomach last night, i woke up with swollen criss-crosses on my knuckles and puncture wounds in my fingertips
it's 820am, i have a symphony of storm/static/sleep/antennas to heaven and the explosively loud gunshots of my typing
i said good morning when i came in, but no one heard.
