Oh shit, I remember a dream from last night.
There was a tree full of squirrels that were looking into my bedroom window as I woke up. It was more comforting than the terrifying image it should have been. I remember telling them good morning and getting up. That's it, it appears that my dreams suck.
He swims. He gnaws. He builds dams. He moves us with his intelligence and grace. He is the Wily Beaver. And he is here to INTUBATE us all.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
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