Pungsnotded

Fever Dreams

March 27th, 2008

I was thinking in sepia tones.

A few others were thrown in like spice.

I deliberated clothes for the longest time.

What did they mean, are were they neccesary?

How much cover up was really neccesary to not be lude?

I looked in the eyes of a WWII Nazi soldier and I wondered.

He stared back so blank.

I walked through this brown flood water and became covered then uncovered.

I saw this stack of books. All Sepia tones. All works of Noel Coward.

I knew I would have to read them all. And I sighed.

And when I did awake, I knew I would have to read them all and I sighed.

Here we go again.

I don’t even really like Noel Coward. Yet.

AND UNRELATED:

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