some things never age
... i've been having buckloads of weird dreams lately...
the cemetary cave dream... the mom went crazy and glass
shards are falling from the sky... and tonite it was
like... this woman who was obviously my mom... ... i
watched her grow... but she always had this youth about
her... even when i found her laying on the grass almost
dead... even though her son was so crazy he'd bang his head
against the sink in the bathroom until it bled and he'd
chew on tin foil until tears were streaming down his cheeks
for no apparant reason... and anyhow.. yeah... she just
smiled and said..."i know he'll get better." ... and there
was a comfort in her voice.. like even though i and every
other sane person probably knew in our hearts he'd end up
another suicidal casualty... she just clasped her hands and
smiled... -i don't know why i just told you about all of
that... i'm sure you don't care... but.. hell... THIS IS MY
DIARY. heh. yeah.- besides... isn't it healthy to keep
records of your dreams?
... nothing eventful happened last nite because i went to
bed at 9... .... and its 6:43 in the morning... i have to
dry my hair...