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Good morning

The dreams that you forget are the dangerous dreams.

The events you think happened but didn't. That time she slapped you and cried about it. The odd deja vus that pop up later.

They're little brainwash traffic lights. The dream in which you kissed her makes kissing her more practical. The idea in dream manifests itself later as a given.

May 3, 2006 in Dreams | Permalink

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Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper I love you
Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me
Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me
While I’m alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me
Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I’m longin’ to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
Stars shining up above you
Night breezes seem to whisper I love you
Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
Yes, dream a little dream of me

Posted by: mushy | May 4, 2006 1:17:04 PM

I'm know I'm kickin' ass if I get comments in the form of standards. Got any more?

Posted by: Rob | May 4, 2006 7:08:49 PM

Were you drunk when you wrote that comment? There are two reasons that led me to believe such: horrible grammar and the fact that you think you are now kicking ass. How many times do I have to beat it into your skull that you already kick ass?

Posted by: mushy | May 5, 2006 5:39:05 AM

I'm always drunk when I'm online. Clears up those pesky inhibitions.

Posted by: Rob | May 5, 2006 11:16:34 AM

Achaeic dust
shadow of the forepeople
who in their pitfalls gleaned vineyards
from ever emergent mind sensitivity
arrive amoungst the tommorow era
equals we all are
sparkling
sharing of this new age
fragmenting our awaredness into shards
bits and peices of the mother tongue
forgetting is best
formatting interpersonally
together arise from soylent green
initiate conversational data
ther will be no interplanetary consciousness
without yummy brainwave elixer
take the lead
-eracerx

Posted by: eracerx | May 7, 2006 2:54:54 PM

wow your a great writer, whoever wrote that..

Posted by: Jack | May 7, 2006 2:57:26 PM

OK, here is one more.

I'm feeling mighty lonesome
Haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
And in between I drink
Black Coffee
Love's a hand me down brew
I'll never know a Sunday
In this weekday room

I'm talking to the shadows
1 o'clock to 4
And Lord, how slow the moments go
When all I do is pour
Black Coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
I'm hanging out on Monday
My Sunday dream's too dry

Now a man is born to go a lovin'
A woman's born to weep and fret
To stay at home and tend her oven
And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes

I'm moody all the morning
Mourning all the night
And in between it's nicotine
And not much hard to fight
Black Coffee
Feelin' low as the ground
It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby
To maybe come around

My nerves have gone to pieces
My hair is turning gray
All I do is drink black coffee
Since my man's gone away

Posted by: mushy | May 8, 2006 12:04:56 PM

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