untitled (thirteen) candles

do stupid people have dreams too? sometimes i wonder...

black cat crossed my path...i like them, it's good

same deep water as you,
leaning on the wall at the end of the tunnel,
driver slowed way way down, musta thought i was a jumper.
strange how robert smith's sadness leaked right out of my ears and into the path of a train...

another black cat and a bat in the sky
twilight not blue not grey, maybe orange and green?
red maple looked black, black, like a haunted house kinda tree
twilight
wind
a feeling that something big is shifting
i always know when it's going on...
they just never send me the details

cleaned out a closet (it's actually the spare room)
where we used to just dump all the stuff we couldn't deal with
all the things we couldn't agree on
all the things we never figured out...
it's maybe cheating to say i cleaned it out,
i actually just moved it all out into the open...it's progress...

do you realize how fucking weird...really think about this...how really fucking weird it is that we have collectively submitted to superstition to the point where we don't have 13th floors in buildings? i can barely wrap my head around it, when i think of all the other shit the world calls crazy...

is there really going to be a point break sequel? the thought excites me in ways you'll never understand...