tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17047716.post116584403413610360..comments2023-11-03T03:22:05.542-07:00Comments on Costume Jewelry: Don't call my momma, don't call the doctor, don't call the preacherUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17047716.post-1165942754885338842006-12-12T08:59:00.000-08:002006-12-12T08:59:00.000-08:00Thanks, Sugar. I feel like it's got easier to thin...Thanks, Sugar. I feel like it's got easier to think about dreams since I started thinking about them as different parts of the brain talking to each other.Mistress La Spliffehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05809336191903934481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17047716.post-1165935143463803182006-12-12T06:52:00.000-08:002006-12-12T06:52:00.000-08:00I enjoy reading your deconstructions of dreams. Th...I enjoy reading your deconstructions of dreams. They are so informed.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17047716.post-1165860295938499312006-12-11T10:04:00.000-08:002006-12-11T10:04:00.000-08:00Fuck me purple if I know, Sugar. I'd guess that wh...Fuck me purple if I know, Sugar. I'd guess that what Paris represents to me is a certain way of thinking or feeling that used to be key to my identity, and whose destruction, though catastrophic, is something I can accept now because of how I feel about things now. Since it's Paris and the "bilan" is only so-so, I'm going to assume it's the destruction of something pretty lousy. Going to Scarborough, where Mummy is from, and Scilla (in Calabria, where Daddy was from) with the re-discovered apple of my eye to eat fish and pizza probably means getting back to my roots with a new wisdom. <BR/><BR/>I'm sure my analyst will tell me what it means though. <BR/><BR/>J*Fish is fine, Mel, fucking busy and living with a pair of completely retarded 20 year olds, but almost done for the year.Mistress La Spliffehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05809336191903934481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17047716.post-1165859548676234622006-12-11T09:52:00.000-08:002006-12-11T09:52:00.000-08:00My early morning dream today was intensely real - ...My early morning dream today was intensely real - I was being put into a trance by Ewan McGregor, a witch assigned to help witch novices (myself) learn how to teleport. He was singing this incredibly happy song, I thought I was going to burst with joy. Then Krazy shifted and since I was spooning him, I woke up and that was that. :( I thought I would throw that in, since we're talking about dreams...<BR/><BR/>Glad the concert was nice, how is J*Fish??Melbinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03289493982553105244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17047716.post-1165847114944096692006-12-11T06:25:00.000-08:002006-12-11T06:25:00.000-08:00What do you make of that dream?What do you make of that dream?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com