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Brian Wills
I've never been a big dreamer. When I do dream it's usually about sex anyway, so I've never had much reason to complain. However, as of late, I find that having an enormous and scrutinizing poster of my three (admittedly gorgeous) housemates on the wall above my bed pretty much guarantees that my dreams remain chaste, so my brain has to dig deep to find something more interesting to dream about than sex.
The last three days have been pretty good though, I have to say, despite the inability of my unconscious self to get laid. You see, for the past few nights, I've been dreaming of fish. Delicious, sweet, pink-fleshed sa
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THEY are WETHEY are WE9 years ago in Typographical More Like This
without a trace they watch us
in what we've always deemed as silence
though lying still we dance with them
eluding lethargy and lamentation
wet the rusty tongue chanting (for)eternity
as you watch her dreaming
whisper a purple spring of light without language.
misty shadows easily trudge through the forest
under the secret cry of winter's mother moon.
rob the moment, drinking time
red as blood eclipsed sky
sea of vision flood of light
roses rain red is blue
see her want her
sleeping truth
beings being ethereal and silent
rising up from the deadend living
walking without footprints
in a mo
Sta.sh
