Saturday, December 21, 2002

"sneeze"

there are people
who confuse the way they dream
with the way they live
i sometimes lose myself in
that soft blur
until
the sneezing
and sneezing
and sneezing
begin
i'm not allergic to anything
in my dreams

[damn there's a mountain of used kleenex on my desk. it's cause i'm a slightly sick. i'm cool tho. i got heart. my brother and mother are in Berkeley now. haha great, my mom just yelled "sleep now, children." the de-aging of bruce begins. tomorrow we go home.]