Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Last Sunday in Bookends

This came to me 1:30 one morning, right as I was riding the bus of a dream. I grabbed the scrap paper and pen at my head, and used my cell phone for lighting and then...
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  1. AnonymousJune 10, 2009 at 5:11 AM

    i know what you mean, i have had those late nights too filled with dreams of unpenned words chasing me. like ghost from scary movies they pry their way into freedom on the nearest piece of blank sheet whether it be receipts or just my hand middle. but hey all great artist in one way or the other try to combat this urge(so i heard)

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  2. ShoshanaJune 10, 2009 at 3:39 PM

    I'm glad to know I have company where these urges are concerned. And the with the receipts, bus tickets and hand middles too. Thanks for reaffirming my sanity :-))

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