Definitely in a weird mood right now. Staring at the black ink eyes on my desktop, and playing spinning plates (live please) in my head round and around and around. My insides are turned inside out at the thought of staring at the writhing tree with Thom's voice saying 'crumble' in the background. In limbo is such a great song and I liked the stillness of the station wagon and the chill of the night. I can smell Old Spice everywhere, and I'm not trying to be this...vulnerable. I don't know what I'm thinking, I don't know what I've thought, but its all coming down upon like a devilworshipper's dream come true and I don't know how to stop it.
I had a dream that I was surrounded by pins and needles, and I could not save my mother or myself.