amy i know a museum. the museum is the central point of the city. usually i know i'm in the city when i see the museum. the city has hills and a transit system, there's a school along the side of a hill. the museum has been both futuristic and classical, and i only know a few parts of it. most notably, the lobby in its futuristic form.
these are my dreams.
devilbunny Wax museums are clever places. For the price of an entrance fee you can see people posed in dioramas, perfectly capturing a moment. Forever frozen in time. 061110
Norm Norm Acid seems to make poets 010805 160410
Norm I remember that night.

I was 16 years old. I googled acid to research it before I tried it. Funny, I guess that was around the same time google became a verb. The internet and I were still just children.

How appropriate it was to find blather and psychedelics in the same virtual breath.
arwyn I volunteered at a museum this year. It was amazing. I felt like Indiana Jones every time I got to go into the vault. I loved it. Then my anxiety ruined it. I was throwing up from it and watched as a new dream went up in flames. So frustrating! C-PTSD is no damn joke and I really am tired of it. At least I can still love museums. The smell, the learning, the excitement. If you ever have the chance to go into a vault, go for it. It's fantastic! 181117
unhinged blather is my musuem 181118
Risen 3rd Sept 2004, first kiss

19 years ago, tequila and hope in spring, and teetotal regret and silence by autumn.

The cruel jokes of the universe. The echoes.

Many memories have pain, as do many moments. Few are worth it. Some always will be.
Risen Bloody blather doesn't have an edit button. 10 years, not 19. 181119
unhinged d'oh typo 181120
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