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Archive for January, 2011

last night i dreamed…

Posted by sailorstakewarning on January 19, 2011

i was going on a road trip with my sister. i had put all the clothes i wanted to take out, folded, on the bed. i left to pick up dog food, a childhood friend was going to take care of my dog for me while i was gone. when i came back, my clothes weren’t there. i was pissed, wandering around asking who moved my clothes & did they really want me to go on this trip or not? someone pointed out that they had been refolded & put away. then we were visiting someone i didn’t know & there were barbells (the body piercing kind) all over his floor & while everyone was visiting i was crawling around looking for a bead that fit one of mine.

then lexus woke me up by flapping her ears (been having itchy ears lately) & i laid in bed thinking i should remember this one. forgot it, until i got up to get dressed & picked up my clothes

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last night i dreamed…

Posted by sailorstakewarning on January 17, 2011

that i was carrying around a bundle of butter knives. i was bringing them to someone who was short on knives & i thought it would be nice to give them a set. it’s faded now; wispy, but i can still see them with an elastic band wrapped around them to hold them all together. let’s hope they weren’t fancy lol

dictionary says this symbolizes ease & simplicity. trying to give someone that feeling perhaps?

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colder weather;

Posted by sailorstakewarning on January 13, 2011

well it’s a winding road
when you’re in the lost & found
you’re a lover i’m a runner
we go round ‘n round
& i love you but i leave you
i don’t want you but i need you
you know it’s you who calls me back here babe

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Posted by sailorstakewarning on January 2, 2011

what lips my lips have kissed & where & why
i have forgotten & what arms have lain
under my head til morning but the rain
is full of ghosts tonight that tap & sigh
upon the glass & listen for reply
& in my hear there stirs a quiet pain
for unremembered lads that not again
will turn to me at midnight with a cry

thus in the winter stands the lonely tree
nor knows what birds have vanished one by one
yet knows its boughs more silent than before
i cannot say what loves have come & gone
i only know that summer sang in me
a little while, that in me sings no more

~ edna st vincent millay

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