Playing with my hair

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Last night's dream: making love to a blind androgyne in a house made of half-silvered glass. I wake up and the image is compressed and surreal, a lost frame from Le Sang d'un Poete. My dreams are never remarkable when I'm in them.

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[sovay]

The song came along to meet that dream, seems like.

I could wish for worse soundtracks . . .