shuggie otis
today i teased my hair and went to class in a black turtleneck. it was ugly, i had some oatmeal. i was thinking about this dream i had as i washed my black turtleneck face. everyone hates hearing about dreams, well here you go. i had a dream where i was watching this porno with some african friends of mine when suddenly these beautiful hats started appearing on little cloud men, they were everywhere! there was a gold one, a violet one, a turquoise-blue one, diamond coloured ones. i took them home and wore them one at a time.



the day has been uneventful and i like it. i am so limited in my word type right now it is funny "ha ha". i hung out with my buddy jackman for awhile and then took the subway back alone to a bottle of whiskey where i now hibernate and write to my fathers, who are beautiful and lame. there is a fire burning, there are some things i still believe. i want to love and travel and make music and write and weep and wail and stomp and give and grow and sleep! i sat at the back where the wall crumbles and all i could think to myself was how i could see the circles around my eyes were floating through the room, and it's the year of the dog how i want to be loved.