|Nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiae (furtive) wrote,|
@ 2003-06-10 00:25:00
|Current mood:|| sleepy|
A creeping anticipation on what I might say – what I might think what part of my being I might allow to slip out of my mind and onto this canvas. My canvas. Treading on an hour and a half of sleep gets me into this mood. A silly little dream world. And so here – in this world, I am presiding – until I finally make it back to my warm bed and my music and, home.
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