substitutions for a theme
Oct. 12th, 2001 09:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslanti dreamt i was a sprite and i flew. we were avenging wee creatures, in the dell, in the viney spaces that crawled up towards a house where my past love lived.
speaking of past loves?
i dreamt last night that antony called (again) but this time he had something to say, which was that he was really a carpenter, or a construction worker, and he had lied the entire time. i stood in a street somewhere clutching papers to my chest and thinking crazy mad sad thoughts. why would he lie? talking about rob and manufacturing; manufacturing times and places and jobs and things. oh i was so sad.
my throat is worse today. i did not run, for fear of aggravating it.
last night j spoke to her toast, like a little animal. i laughed. we cooked artichokes and ate them by the teevee, watching a man fake his way into the presidency. then j told me she would sleep in today. i sighed; le public transportation grows expensive on these piecemeal trips, $3.50 a day. "i don't want your money," i said, but a minute later she dropped dollars and coins on my table and stalked off, wordless.
i, on the other hand, went right to sleep.
i have my bag with me, for hartford. it is blue and i feel like a child, wearing it on the bus.
speaking of past loves?
i dreamt last night that antony called (again) but this time he had something to say, which was that he was really a carpenter, or a construction worker, and he had lied the entire time. i stood in a street somewhere clutching papers to my chest and thinking crazy mad sad thoughts. why would he lie? talking about rob and manufacturing; manufacturing times and places and jobs and things. oh i was so sad.
my throat is worse today. i did not run, for fear of aggravating it.
last night j spoke to her toast, like a little animal. i laughed. we cooked artichokes and ate them by the teevee, watching a man fake his way into the presidency. then j told me she would sleep in today. i sighed; le public transportation grows expensive on these piecemeal trips, $3.50 a day. "i don't want your money," i said, but a minute later she dropped dollars and coins on my table and stalked off, wordless.
i, on the other hand, went right to sleep.
i have my bag with me, for hartford. it is blue and i feel like a child, wearing it on the bus.
