figurante raze i accidentally took a nap yesterday & had a series of strange, disconnected dreams to accompany the choppy sleep. one in particular stood out. a young teenage girl [maybe thirteen] who'd never been kissed was having a conversation with a comparatively experienced young woman in her twenties. they walked around talking about the boy the younger girl liked, & whether or not piercings hurt. the sky was practically split open by the simple beauty of it. only, the young girl was dead, & the woman didn't realize it. later, the teenage girl turned into a strange purple flower with thick green leaves that were almost weeds in their thick, scaly texture. but you didn't see her physically become a flower in some flashy display of special-effects. she just wasn't there physically anymore, but you could feel that the flower was her. she was growing in someone's garden, on their front lawn. the woman pulled her out of the ground, carried her around for a few minutes & then nervously left her by the side of the road. 040618 ... PeeT . 120424 what's it to you? who go blather from