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Jan. 21st, 2006 05:48 pmAlone.
Here..on here..and, for the most part, inside here.
It's a shame I have to work, or I'd just go back and sleep some more. Never enough, with the sleep, it seems. It ties me down, so willingly and cozily, with gossamer-light ropes that whisper impossible promises of renewal that I fall for every. single. time.
I dreamed about Carlos, oddly enough. It was a sort of 'Candid Camera'-type situation where he was offered music to play (for big money) at one of his DJ gigs; mostly, big-band music - and his facial expressions were pure Classic Carlos, trying to be polite and tap his fingers along to it; pretending to be considering it when you could tell that he thought the people were insane..
*~*~*
I love how certain people throw Paul Banks at me. Ever so nice to wake up to.
Here..on here..and, for the most part, inside here.
It's a shame I have to work, or I'd just go back and sleep some more. Never enough, with the sleep, it seems. It ties me down, so willingly and cozily, with gossamer-light ropes that whisper impossible promises of renewal that I fall for every. single. time.
I dreamed about Carlos, oddly enough. It was a sort of 'Candid Camera'-type situation where he was offered music to play (for big money) at one of his DJ gigs; mostly, big-band music - and his facial expressions were pure Classic Carlos, trying to be polite and tap his fingers along to it; pretending to be considering it when you could tell that he thought the people were insane..
*~*~*
I love how certain people throw Paul Banks at me. Ever so nice to wake up to.
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