my clothes are in the lake   My father and the lake and my clothes are in the lake drifting away, but then it's just a long dress I have on that's in the lake getting dirty.


Talking to my step-sister on some sort of radio device implanted in my head. She's in my head and doesn't know who I am.


Pale retriever that looks sort of like Sasha jumps up, is licking my face, for once I don't mind. Some woman is coming to look at the room for rent; I let her in but then I don't know which room it is. (1999-04-21)
posted by yzzordorex on 1999-04-21
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