Wednesday, September 15, 2004

EDITORS NOTE : i have ( in my travels ) lost the readers list .... I know there are only thirty seven of you , but i lost the numbers and addresses when i re-stamped my button module... everyone will have to deal with their new ยด# or be cast away ... SO... anyone still reading/willing to accept new # , send e-mail with special clue revealing your identity to thunderstatement@yahoo.com this wont happen again because i know blog with a permanent marker. -tenderpants

p.s. i have something else to post but i am in one of those public internet places and there is someone staring at me and i cant concentrate.... i will post within 3 days....
there is no prism in a clouded eye....

it has been a long time ... i guess before i even start this mower back up... i should let the grass know why i am cutting it.... i was in a 1970s camaro driving to a barn somewhere in utah with liz phair.. for some reason we had a bunch of rifles stuck between the seats and i was driving.... the sun was going down as we drove up to the barn and the last song that played befored i shut that bird down was neil young's "sugar mountain... liz got quiet all of a sudden and i asked her if she was allright and she told we should just get inside before the coyotes/mosquitos/humourous moons got the best of us.... when we were inside i was making tea , liz started in with me about how much more honest neil was than her .... i tried to console her , but she wasnt having it ... i mean she REALLY got into this selfdoubt/otheronpedastal hybrid thing and i was hoping that the hibiscus tea would vaporize the feeling she was having into some kind of diamond energy and she would then be up for a swift game of scrabble before we separated into our seperate quarters for our heavy drool while we sleep.... the tea didn't vaporize at all ... she actually, after three steady sips , bolted upstairs and came back down with the scissors i bought last year when i made my own pants... she then proceeded to tell me ( convincingly) that she was going to begin a quest for authenticity by cutting off all her hair ( a move three or four of you have attempted in the past) ... she asked me if i would help her and i was a little reluctant because > how authentic would she be if "I" cut it ... suggesting that my interpretation of her new self may undermine her mission ... she called me a name that i think meant " coward" but it was in romanian (guess because dream language always seems romanian lately) ... i said i would do it , but i would not be responsible for the rubiks like design ... she was down and told me repeatedly that sugar mountain was a real place and she needed to stop making music and cut her hair.... i started with the back just in case she changed her mind in the first chop she could wear a high collared cape and be fine... then i cut more and more... and then her bangs ( she had farah fawcet hair in the dream) while i was cutting her hair she was telling me that she no longer needed to make music because sugar mountain was such a perfect song... i kept cutting away , but in little bits... partly because of the style and partly because her hair smelled really nice... as i finished she was suggesting other entertainers who should stop because they had no chance of writing sugar mountain either , but they did not necessarily need to cut their hair... i won't tell the names because i even protect liz in the dream world ( unless she contacts me in my dreams again and tells me it is ok. ) as i was sweeping up her hair from the floor she said " why dont you collect the rifles from the car and bring them in the house and then we can have sex "( we have never done that in dreams or un dreams) i wondered if the hibiscus tea vaporized something else. i got the rifles from the car ( for the record, i was confused about the rifles in the dream too) and came back into the house. we went upstairs and did it. her short hair was really sexy . i woke up ( in the dream) in the morning , knowing that i had to go to work ( i worked in an iron yard as a cutter) liz was already awake and making me lunch to take with me.... she said she was happy about her hair and wanted write honest songs about me leaving for work.... ONLY songs about me leaving for work... i asked if she might want to write at least one song about me returning and she laughed and called me simple... i went to work in the camaro and when lunchtime came i opened my lunchpail and realized that she packed it to capacity with marshmallows. when i returned home from work I was driving past a fruit stand....[dream end]
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