this morning, there was a leftover taste of dream in my mouth. dreams, in fact. that’s what happens when you sleep not so well. wake up, remember, doze. sleep, wake up, remember. look around and hope that this is the real reality.
one dream was me and a razor, trying to make my hair look better by making it shorter. what i like to call “the billy corgan complex.” but i have to write a double album first.

the other dream was me and tattoos. two of them. the one i can remember was a musical symbol. the most generic musical symbol ever. the other “tat” i can’t remember. probably a peace sign on my butt. after all, i am a dirty hippie.
this afternoon, we were walking around at the street fair and we walked by multiple tattoo parlors. i was reminded of my dream and it became the subject of our conversation. then ugly made the suggestion that we get tattoos on our inner arms. a “6″ on the right arm and a “4″ on the left. for the world to see. i thought it was a great idea and i was very tempted to do it. but lady friend disliked the idea and i don’t really have any money anyway. so it will have to wait until i get a job.




