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There were three cats thats all looked like mine and I couldnt tell which one was mine. I woke up and lied to my cat that I would always recognise her.
My best friend broke my heart even more and I felt my heart shatter into tinier pieces.
I am Villanelle’s girlfriend on killing eve
Balancing on these wooden planks in the air. You get four, one for each limb but they tilt in ways you don’t expect.
Walk into a mini-mart late at night. The owners are two biker ladies from the 70s. They are smoking inside. There’s a bunch of people crowded in there, like a party/the meet up spot. I try to use this old vending machine because they have weird flavors of Arizona that I’ve never seen before and I was thirsty. The machine is like those old sticker machines. Before I put the last coin in one of the ladies tells me “don’t bother, it doesn’t work.” So I press the return coins button and a bunch of coins and also bills come out but the bills are comically obvious counterfeits clearly made on a copier. Also a bunch of old polaroids from the 70s that have trippy double exposures of old biker hippies come out. Some of the people are creepy looking and I get a feeling that they might be vampires. I hang out with people that I vaguely know in the store for awhile, still thirsty, until most everyone has cleared out. So I go outside where there is a music performance going on.
Vague images of being in a forest, hunting for something. Then in a big house, explaining to people (can’t see who) about this kid I grew up with Sean McDonald. He was smart and we were close at the beginning of high school, even though we came from totally different worlds. Pretty sure he went on to become a trump supporter. Anyway I was in the house and suddenly there was a group of dudes who were gonna come fight us, maybe his friends? I remember standing on the roof of something w a large piece of wood trying to beat them away. We somehow ended up whooping them, winning. They left and we celebrated. For a moment I was alone in the house with Krista and her friend Denee, who’s birthday it was. Then more celebrating with the triumphant boys. Not sure why, but Shia Laboef turns up. There was a pool. Everyone wanted his approval and attention. We made eye contact and there was some sort of kinship and understanding between us. I was thinking of how to approach him without being obnoxious but definitely wanting to tell him about Noah and how much he reminds me of him in this deep physical and energetic way. Eventually Shia starts walking to his car and I ask if I can come. He says yes. I wake up.
I had my work wash up on the shores of the beach. It was golden and pictured an ancient sculpture, a key to the past.
I tried to box it in a frame then the cosa nostra dismantled the frame and took the precious gold fragment and left the husk of a frame.
I sent them a twig of Greek mountain tea and they sent in return woven baskets with citrus leaves of various sizes, dried garlics and chilies, stained scraps of papers, messages I could not decipher but did not need to as all was understood.
A friend was filming at night and told me to look, I saw alligators and he said no they’re aliens. They turned into four legged aliens with huge heads and then quickly into dinosaurs miniatures with tiny heads. We watched the footage and it looked like an aerial view of a city at night.
We’re going out to watch Babydoll perform, but an old family friend of mine is there too. He’s new to Sydney and is performing as well, for the first time, but at a different club. We get off the bus in the business district and you try to order Thai food but nowhere is open because it’s late. We walk to the club and make it to Babydoll’s performance and then leave to go to the other club, but it turns out he was just working the door. He didn’t bring his glasses because he was going to perform, now he can’t read anyone’s ID.
I was leaving my car to go for a run and then I noticed two horses. You and a mysterious brunette resembling Charlotte Rampling approached me and you gave me a carrot to feed the horse. Once the Rampling lookalike trotted out of earshot you whispered: I’m learning how to avoid negativity.
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Honeysuckle and Tide laundry pods converge in the summer air, harmonious and yet deeply unnatural and cruel. I am walking. The creamy blossoms cower to the manufactured scent of an ocean breeze. I hope I find it. I stop walking and then continue. I stop and then continue. I keep looking but never up. I am looking down. I don’t know when I lost it. I never look ahead and don’t see it. Awake.
Chasing after kittens on a roof, trying to catch them all before they fall.
A group of floating wooden drumsticks that followed some law of symetry in their arrangement but more importantly they were sort of like a magnetic field-mirror. Each drumstick stayed on some axis but together would move and spin and twirl in syncronicity to my point of view and the speed of change of my position.
I went on a date with Andrew Cuomo. It was delightful.
At camp the leader said let’s go for a swim. And then the water started filling up all the houses and all the cars. And then she stopped the water once it had flooded wverywhere
In a large, old apartment in some European city center, Marisa Tomei and I follow instructions to cut apart a silk rug and use it to re-upholster a chair.
Bought 2 snakes and took them home. One was agitated and the other one seemed dead. They were small but the energetic one was moving around the room. I was getting scared of it, disgusted. Why did I buy it? At one point the quiet one lost part of its tail. I was happier when I thought it was dead. But it wasn’t. The cat was playing with it.
I kept following the other one with my eyes. I wanted to kill it. Looked around to try and find something. It made sounds. I sprayed it with something and it died. Now I remembered that there is still another one in the room.
I was trying to catch/kill a flying black widow in my old bedroom where I grew up. My plan was to smash it between my fingers with the gardening gloves I was wearing. I thought it flew out of the room and as I am leaving I see a bird sitting on the window sill in the room and it is looking at me. I look outside and construction workers are demolishing concrete and I wonder if the black widow became the bird.
I walked down from a country road to watch a nineteen year old boy fail a lasso test judged by a man on a horse who later grabbed a charging cow by the neck with his bare hands.