Monday, April 12, 2010

more more more

I started really dreaming again yesterday, this morning I could remember. The town was just a big RPG-land to explore and I found my neighbor's ridiculous tall golden bicycle. It was scary to ride at first but I got the hang of it; the fear in the dismount can be relieved by timing the jump and easing oneself confidently to the ground using the bicycle frame as leverage. My mother showed up and wanted to show me photos my father had taken. They were all just walk-through tours of gas stations; the individual photos could be pieced together into a shifty movie.

I often feel stupid.

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