i dont want to be your friend anymore.

most favorite things as of late.

bonnie and clyde.

going to the movies.

hyper goof offing off.

i make my friends laugh until they cough.

im perfecting the art of throwing my voice.

i love so many very special things.

i am collecting beautiful things.

so many thing.

I had a nice year.

hello, goodbye.

home again. home again.

we. we. we.

ahoy!

i had the most vivid dreams about these things last night: a castle made of bottles that i remembered from an amish village my parents took me to, a iceman frozen in a cube that lived beneath my porch, a collection of gems and stones that seemed worthless to most but true to me, and a sprouting tree of califlower and broc.

and i woke up wishing i could go back. it was wonderful. it was really really wonderful.

leotards, dots and my dog.

i fall in love every single day.

and you're going to save me: the things that we talk about.

magical. tiny tiny. amber. reds. purples. serpents and elephants. I stumbled! ow!

in a half completed letter, i described a series of dreams and layers of fever:

...i know theyre not real. I dreamt you were so so sad. i dreamt that everyone was mad at me. i dreamt i lived in a huge palace that was houses on top of houses and i had to get to the attic but i had to climb through windows upon windows and it was utterly impossible. I dreamt that i died. i dreamt that i killed myself. i dreamt that i spend the rest of my life trapped in my head like that movie johnny get your gun. i dreamt that my imagination was lost. i dreamt that i was in a dance recital i forgot to attend the classes for. they were all very disturbing and sometimes funny. I woke myself up talking out loud. i dreamt i lived in a canoe. i dreamt i drove across the atlantic to what i thought was your house but was really the Louvre and it was Free Day! we were wearing disguises dressed as eachother. it was funny to me. i ate mushrooms in one dream and i was real mad about it. I felt tricked.

a recent discussion left me wondering whether i would feel young like a mid-between floosey or old like an aged and...further, would i feel so small or would i wonder had i shrunk with osteoporosis.

no heel on your shoes, thank you and goodnight.

during a discussion on trees, songs and how we relate to our surroundings: the trees of the world, i ask the following:::::::

do you feel like an old sap? a swaying birch? a weepers willow?

i am a polar bear. i live on a glacier and and and and and...

i have a vacation home on saturday with a marvelous view of the hills of beverly, GREENLAND.

im glad to get a laugh. it makes me feel secure.

after a string of romantic comedies purely on accident and partially due to convenience, I felt defeated and alone. then i realized i was bored with their lives and not my own and i felt sad for them.

(i really did.)

click opera

i love momus.
really, i do.

that

devoted much time to rest as of recent.

hello again.