Monday, November 28, 2005

Goodboy

Goodboy turned out to not be so good. Now he is Freddy Krueger, and in dreams I face him like Nancy and say things like:
No.
You are not real.
I don't believe in you.

" well they come and they go-
or is it just the little things that I miss?
Like this one wiggled it that way...
that one wiggled it this..."

going out for beer, made a promise, have a headache, would rather be in bed-
no matter.
7:45 and all's well.

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