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is this the end - 2000-12-19
Bizarre, kind of saddening dreams last night. They are just coming back to me now, really. I dreamt of Louie Spicolli, who used to be a wrestler named "Madonna's Boyfriend", who died of an overdose of soma. It is the only time I have ever even heard of such a drug existing. I thought it was fictional, from "Brave New World". I dreamt that my grandfather's grave was on a lone island in Lake Huron, and I took a raft there, and visited his grave in a somber stone structure. I was late for somebody else's funeral on another island, and I'm not sure if I ever made it. But my raft fell apart on my grandfather's island, and I was alone and scared. My writing has holes in it because my memory does. --- Speaking of my writing, I found the only complete play I have ever written, "Our Truth", a parody/satire of "Our Town" and small town life. It really took me back because it was really, I don't know... good. The absolute most committed and polished and inspired project I have ever written for my self... It made me sad, too. Because I have lost a great deal of inspiration and talent, it seems, since I was in OAC. I used to be able to write something everyday. I haven't produced anything more than a poem in probably a year... Sigh. --- This may very well be my last -stargazing- from this house, this room. Soon, very soon, I get to move. Let's just say that I can't wait at all...
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