This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking.
It's really no big deal.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
my dream last night...
...was complex and miserable. It would crack open the soul of a saint. It would make rocks moan lamentations. It was unusual. I enjoyed every minute of it. But I can't remember what occurred.
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