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Someday we'll get it right But we're not holding our breath. ... but… 
9th-Jun-2004 03:45 pm
dragons
Someday we'll get it right
But we're not holding our breath.

...
but he can't move
and it's just the slow kneading
until she drinks her fill

I went to sleep early and slept for quite awhile. I dreamt I was on a trip with animejpop's family, in an airport (supposedly in Boston) that felt more like a system of aqueducts filled with people and planes. The plane was full, as told by a woman in uniform with the time on her forehead. (It was 7:14, and I'd have to wait until 9:30.) I spent some minutes rearranging some coins on display, with the woman watching me suspiciously. When I left she started rearranging them again. I went looking for food, and ended up by security near the exit, in a circle of glass with doors. I showed a ticket stub and they directed me back. There was some dialog in my head about what to fuel the fire with for cooking various things. I felt rather useless. I slept well, though.
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