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By Misti Date: 2003 Nov 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.11.07.07.39.3881]] |
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after watching "200 Cigarettes" and reading another chapter of Blood and Money and falling asleep beside you after much tenderness despite the fight over my candy shopping spree and insistence on a Chicken McNugget combo from McDonald's I delved deep into the troubling realm of bizarre sexual nightmares a drastic change from my dreams of yesterday morning when instead of looking for a job or seeing a movie with the free tickets you won at work I slept and dreamed of living in a commune of beautiful free-spirited non-materialistic women younger than myself on the tip of a craggy mountain and I was looking down on a double rainbow ...there was no rainbow in my nightmares last night but an AOL news report on the death of Cameron Diaz then the story changed she only lost her legs ran over by people who resented her fame and power and sexual relationship with Justin Timberlake and I was horrified thinking my god she won't be able to do those hot shit karate kicks anymore and then I was laying beside a strange man I loved on a pallet in the dark den of my deceased great-grandmother's trailer house and I was sure someone who wanted to kill me was looming over me and the strange man I loved wouldn't wake up even though I screamed his name and yanked his arm and when I finally awoke I stared at the red digits of the alarm clock on your side of the bed and thought of the hours so long and spidery my failures and lack of friends and sorely needed attention and as always I thought of my lackluster job history and those ominous piles of laundry and I told myself I know it's shit it's always shit but I need some orange juice I need to write. |