its one of those days where i miss the dead and the living. I have beeen laid up with back pain and decided to forgo the pills i had instead just sleeping as much as I could. my dreams are peopled with mostly people I know, some still in my life, others not. they occur in the most beautiful buildings. some are reconfigurations of places i have lived others compleately imaginary. there are at least three ditinct cities that i visit one was a seventh floor apartment that i had rented somehow next to a notorious bar that in later dreams had been torn down another a motel that was the scene of a murder. last night a home with a triple parlor in a beaux art building. i need to create
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