Dreams

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Last night, I dreamt that I wrote a poem. It was a kickass poem. Today I woke up and it wasn't true. I really wish that dream had been real.

I know, I know. Go forth and make it real!

Ha ha. Easier said than done.

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  1. Liza GayJuly 1, 2009 at 8:02 PM

    I'll be the drudge, and the nudge - and write it out oh you talented person you .....


    ....WORDS ON PAPER EVERY DAY!

    ...EDIT.EDIT.EDIT....

    Oh - if I had a 10th of your talent!....

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  2. Michelle de SeattleJuly 19, 2009 at 7:31 PM

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fB_1gPRCLCo

    It was either this one or the Beyonce "Dream" song...

    heh

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  3. pengoAugust 11, 2009 at 8:24 PM

    Started a play yesterday, a vampire play. I chose a truly awful working name for the main character - "Porlock."

    And then I looked it up.

    (Go ahead.)

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  4. Michelle de SeattleNovember 28, 2009 at 3:56 AM

    Am I more thankful for my friend Bubble Berry Pie or for indoor plumbing? I guess it depends on how cold and rainy it is outside, huh?

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