reconstruct_the_dream .dead starS. Sun blinding on the water and the atmosphere was unsullied and unsoiled desperately attempting to decipher the message in it, methodically attempting to reconstruct the dream that had reoccurred like clockwork, the dream was always the same, so lucid, calling as though it were another reality. 020525 ... ever dumbening first giraffes, then horses tumbling down the steep embankment. rolling awkward in their muscular length. all survive but one hit hard. this horse sacrifice for my tears. 020526 ... starved not enough glue to reassemble these pieces.. no plan no blueprint just my tears and sighs as i stand in this debris same as it ever was 020526 what's it to you? who go blather from