"When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth." -Kurt Vonnegut
Monday, November 2, 2009
I had a dream about a boy named Thomas. This Thomas was not any of the Tom's or Thomases I know. I think I might only know one. He kept showing up in all my dreams and I said, "Go away Tom, this dream is not for you." He didn't listen and continued to show up any ways. A lot of things are like Tom.
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