"When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth." -Kurt Vonnegut
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
When I wake up everyday my life is still my life. That's what is nice about dreaming, it's always different. Last night I dreamt I turned into a dog unless I tasted human blood. We were in Uptown.
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