Sunday, November 30, 2008

The Magician Longs to See

I woke up from one of these kind of dreams this morning. At the end I was teleported to Beijing where a small chinese boy sat on a pile of firecrackers, junk wares and brick-a-brack. He recited poetry written by miles davis in perfect english to a crass british couple, someone mistook me for Jamie Foxx

1 comment:

Parallel Adele said...

I go to sleep to twin peaks son, and wake up with that creeper menu music playing on repeat at 5AM