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contours provocations
journal - 2003-0331 - 2030 Cold; Grass; My Exciting Day; Weird Dream; Elves and Vulcans Some additional thoughts on the War in Iraq are now up. I made a comment in the last entry about how chilly it was. Last night, it got down into the low 30s. When I walked out to my car this morning, it was covered in frost. And at the same time, mad mowers are out mowing the grass. This morning at work I glanced out the window and below me was a man propelling a large green machine up and down the incline. I'm certain he went over the same section several times while ignoring the grass on either side. The second I stepped out at lunch, I thought I was going to choke on the smell of the cut grass. And I noticed about an hour ago that I feel congested and nasally. I can not think of one exciting event from today. It was all drugery mixed with compelling tasks. I did try a new club sandwich at lunch which was very good. And I bought a book of stamps at the po. And I deposited my pitiful check in the bank, wondering all the while if there was some way I could add a zero to the amount. And after work, I scooted off to the grocery. I did have a great checker who was incredibly efficient. I even told his boss so. My good deed for the day. Last night I had another weird dream, the specifics of which I don't remember. It was in color, very vivid color. I was visiting someone and the tv was one. A story flashed on the screen that the prime minister of an Asian nation has been shot. And there was footage of the killer. He was sitting in a brown metal folding chair smiling and laughing and looking completly cuckoo. And suddenly his face would convulse, and you thought you were looking at a different person. He was wearing a light gray shark skin suit with an electric blue shirt and a green satin tie. And a man in a white coat was holding some type of instrument against the killer's temple. And the instrument was giving off a bright yellow glow. There was not anything in the remotest erotic about this dream. If I'm going to have weird fucking visions, at least let me have Brad Pitt or someone else of equal or greater studhood in them. I want a dream with Ed Norton, Colin Ferrell, Elijah Wood and Orlando Bloom - but only if he's in elf attire. There's something about those elf ears that I find so erotic. Just give me an elf or a Vulcan any day, and I'll be on my merry way. PAX!
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