Being yourself is always easy. Loving yourself is easy. Too bad no one else wants you to be yourself.
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Strange Dreams
I don't remember it all.
I dreamt a woman died. So... I burned her with a lighter, and ate her. I saved a piece of her dress. Black lace. I wrote a story about her, and wondered, did anyone know how much it all meant?
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