January 27th, 2005

dreams, mystery

rabbit. hole.

My mirror was a bit itchy, so I took it to the shop. They gave it one quick chop in the back of its spine, and it was better than ever--if a bit paralyzed. Now I'm going to have to figure out how to come up with the three angeled eggs I owe them. Haven't been able to afford a halo in months.

I saw a stranger on the street today. First time I've seen a stranger on my street. He looked different, like he'd flown out of a tesseract or something. Not manicured. Not the same. Different. Can I use worse words to describe him? He dragged crafty snakes of smoke off a tarpaulin ciggy.

Anybody feel like rabbit?