in_my_dreams_i_was_the_tourist -{::EphemeralArcs::}- tap.tap. the souless thick soled black dress up shoes carried me on towards another corner of my REM's imagination. And in my dreams I was a tourist. Who bought nothing but an energy of the people, and vested it in a hole in the ground. Because age and secrecy are really the best keepers of anything. And the ground only makes it go there and back again. My feet carried me on and my serenity for a few minutes was insured, because logic told me if that wasn't a good deed, then at least it was something to smile at. Because I was a tourist in my own realm, and nothing there is sacred for long. 020626 ... three words wardrobe in_my_dreams_i_was_the_tourist when_i_woke_up 050318 ... dandy In my dream I came up behind my coworker who was poking at the edge of the door frame adn swore she could see a crack in the wall and feel air blowing through, then bounced her foot up and down on the threshhold and said it was all spongy and rotten. She gave it a few more bounces and the door frame and door flipped down on top of her. Even tho the door opens outwards she was yelling she was trapped under it. She just had to reach for the knob. I sighed but woke up before I decided to help the flailing silly thing who was by that time rocking the whole frame on top of her amid settling plaster on the floor. 050318 ... unhinged make me something else other than what i am i'm swimming searching looking for the best alternative there's got to be a different way close my eyes and it's all passing by a strange new land with equally nauseating options the partitions of my brain of my subconscious the ideal make me something else i'm looking for the retailer with answers someone selling something worth buying close my eyes i've got so many clouds to fight not a single damn one with your silver lining you say it could be worse i don't see how looking for something worth buying i pass by not a single damn one giving me a reason to lay my head a new place to rest not a single damn reason to pass out the hard earned currency in my pocket i close my eyes and it's still the same nothing different no reason to change in my dreams i was the tourist where every new location looked hauntingly the same barren cold not a single damn one with your silver lining 050319 ... nomme) taking photographs of places i'd never been 050717 ... witchesrequiem just observing my own life. 050718 ... dandy and there were these tunnels like spiralling playground tubes but running diagonally and horizontally from room to room and I couldn't get out of the crazy house room only to another skewed room and when I looked in the mirror I was an androgenous thin clown and my baggage was gone, sweat evaporated and the crowd of tour group I had entered with had dissipated and I was able to walk out onto a street I had never seen and felt the weight of each step and felt totally ok with who and what I was. 050719 ... unhinged (look what the rust_belt did to me) thankfully i know how to enjoy the scenery more. in wisconsin, clouds are a blessing. they keep you warm in the winter, even as they may dump 12 inches of snow on your head in one floating. 090108 ... tourist I've got to Wake Up Now! (the CAPCHA is fukd) 090108 ... jane stuck in a country with no food, no money, no passport, foreign languages, friendless, alone. 090109 what's it to you? who go blather from