Wednesday, September 08, 2004

In My Old Bedroom Dream

In the room where I slept as a child, I looked out the window. Below the window is a slate roof, the roof of the bathroom. On the roof were small birds, all looking at me expectantly, waiting for food. So I scattered birdseed over the roof and on to the yard below.

Some people dream of violence, bloodshed, death and fear.
I dream about feeding the birds.
That surely must be a good thing.

4 comments:

michael said...

Unless your dream has been directed by Alfred Hitchcock ofcourse!

michael said...

Is this working yet?

michael said...

Is this working yet? It worked on hazel's blog?!

michael said...
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