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I'm still mildly inebriated from seeing my best friend's band play their first live show some hours ago - and I prefer not to sleep with my head spinning, drifting in and out of a sleepy delirium and waking up wanting to be sick.
It's hard to describe those dreams - for me it's as if the conscious foundation from which we venture into the unconscious itself becomes unstable, and the phantasmagoria of images that twist before one's eyes preceding sleep do so then with a sickening reality.
I never really drink much - maybe in social contexts, I'm not sure - the point is I have little tolerance for the stuff, the show as awesome, as good as post rock gets
We should talk on facebook - it's somewhat less convoluted -
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I dreamt of endless fields of steel and cement, where nothing but humans grew, and the neon glow of disillusionment refracted from slippery roads in rainy streets that mapped the tired metropolis of the heart.
I don't drink, so I can't really follow the feeling, though I imagine if I did I'd be quite a light-weight. But I'm definitely a night person, in fact it's 1:42 AM right now as well. I'm glad your friend's show went well, I'm a big music fan. I've been trying to spend some serious time this summer just discovering music.
I've been in sydney these last few days
I'm in sydney now in fact, for uni, I travel up each week
I'm on a computer at uni now, procrastinating a presentation on male erectile disorder
It's actually really interesting !
I'll write soon hey, but I better go do my work now.
ps. I read Albert Camus's "The Outsider" in three hours last night - it blew my mind, I'm still lost in the milneau of pre WWII Algiers it's incredible.
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I dreamt of endless fields of steel and cement, where nothing but humans grew, and the neon glow of disillusionment refracted from slippery roads in rainy streets that mapped the tired metropolis of the heart.
I knew you'd message, though you seem to have surprised me... I thought it would take you longer to crack
but I guess you needed to know I wasn't made up, that way you could sleep
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I dreamt of endless fields of steel and cement, where nothing but humans grew, and the neon glow of disillusionment refracted from slippery roads in rainy streets that mapped the tired metropolis of the heart.
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