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| Just woke from a dream that I flew on a whim to London & was staying with Tom. Tom had this strange computer that transformed into a cat, and when Tom & I were seperated on public transportation, the computer helped me find my way to Tom's apartment (which was lovely). The train station was elevated, and I looked out over miles and miles of rowhouses. An old woman on the train was terrorized by the cat; now I was m in the "gay" neighborhood (you could tell because the houses were taller & had neon signs in the windows). I posted to Barbelith that I'd popped over to London for a couple of days, would anyone like to hang out? I was helping a woman with some office work, but all the office supplies were subtly different & I kept, like, smearing ink when I thought I was erasing, &c. I worried about my job back home, considered staying. |
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