iv_frank_dreams unhinged i always feel like a bitch when i answer questions directed towards someone else (sorry bob ;) ) but i don't think frAnk will mind. i dream nightmares of confrontational avoidance, abject fear, endless tears. i didn't need that inspiration. no one ever does yet so many people have it. the things that terror incites kind of like bad drugs or surreal reality disorders. such a sweet beautiful smell. i love when i can smell people walking past and i just want to follow them and bury my head into their wonderfully perfumed hoodie and fall asleep just breathing in the fumes. it's the only cloying sweet smell that doesn't naseuate me. i dream then of my own disconnected reality blades and radiohead-induced enlightenment. there are no simple things in my life chris and you are a very simple man. for that i am very very sorry. you are going to end up just another broken dream; i can already feel myself letting you slip away so that i don't hurt you. i have too much confusion in my life to cause someone else that pain. frank was right: "there's no saftey in dreams" 010929 ... frAnk when i close my eyes, i dream of the world inside, where fragrance is light and darkness is music. to see beauty, i simply breathe. (unhinged: remind me to kick your ass.) 010930 ... unhinged kick my ass (i should kick your ass for not getting e-mail from you in like three days or something) 010930 ... ROFL frank and unhinged sitting in a tree, conversing still? or is it still three? 031007 ... unhinged three? i haven't written anything to with or at frAnk in months 031007 ... ROFL It was a poor attempt at humour poking. They say if you feel you've made a mistake, immediately rectify it (don't ask me who they are), Sooo.....I tender to you an apology. 031009 what's it to you? who go blather from