I don’t know about your dreams but mine are sort of hackneyed. same thing, night after night. just...repetitive. and the color is really bad - and the themes are just infantile. and you always g
At you want - and that’s just not the way life is. first national bank? I love it! new hat? forget it! moby dick? never read it! I came home today and both our cars were gone. and there were all
E new pink flamingoes arranged in star patterns all over the lawn. then I went into the kitchen and it looked like a tornado had hit. and then I realized I was in the wrong house. last night I h
At dream again. I dreamed I had to take a test in a dairy queen on another planet. and then I looked around and there was this woman. and she was making it all up. she was writing it all down. a
E was laughing. she was laughing her head off. and I said: hey! give me that pen! I turned the corner in soho today and someone looked right at me and said: oh no! another laurie anderson clone!
I said: look at me! look at m
E! look at me! look at me! look at me! look at me! look at me! look at me! look at me! look at me! look at me!