January 24th, 2005

through the trees

good thing to dream of in Las Vegas

hitting dogs with shovels
eyes under long black fur
on either side of the tail
green

stands up, anthropomorphized human/dog
"but do you still have your...?"
feels for balls
he says yes
but i don't feel them

still
looking for a place to play upstairs
waiting for him to follow me
to find out


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--- a cell phone (not mine) rings in the room and snaps me back here:
to Las Vegas.

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here i am