Mice & Straws

So I say fuck Buzznet, it's fucking slow.
And I really miss posting stupidities on this shit, I guess I'll move out to Wordpress, it's much cooler. Really.

Anyways, this morning, I dreamed of you.
Only, this time, I was asleep.
Not awake, like last time.

And you know what's funny, girl?
I saw the huge moon you predicted, hours earlier.
So I thought of you, I was with Alex.

But near the end, there was a mouse, a little stupid mouse, and I saw how it crawled inside a plastic straw, it was repugnant, and I woke up believing that the mouse actually crawled out of my head.

It was ugly, but not you, you eventually seem very happy.
I'm glad we're ok.

Oh and just so you know, this time I brought my camera, and I took lots of pictures within the dream. That shit was new, absolutely new. I can remember one with clarity, it was out of focus, it was my attempt to capture a unique reflection of us together looking pretty. but you wouldn't stop tickling me, dammit. it would've been such a great photograph, like those you take with your own eyes, your precious and subtle eyes.

What was it you left in me besides a new person?
Seriously. I keep feeling it alive.


P.S. That monster I told you about, was delivered with absolute success.