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