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Stuff.
It's all around us.
Just look around.
It's there.
I like to think myself a connoisseur on all things neat and
interesting. Weird and curious is welcome too.
So if you have something you think might belong
in the bin, drop me a note.
I am looking for cat pictures. Your cat. Do you have a cat?
Dogs will do too. Or any animal you take care of.
How about we make a
PET
section.
*nod me*
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Dreams
October 20th, 2000 - reoccurring with new experiences
I am driving up to Balm Beach with my mother, (where I haven't been for years) to our old cottage. The path there must be walked after a certain point because it's all overgrown foliage. There are moss spots and I am wearing a white sweatshirt and fall so I know it's all dirty on my back. We keep walking on what we see is the path. Somehow we make a wrong turn into the corner of a huge mansion. I can tell it's been custom made just from its sheer size and seclusion.
Two teenage boys turn and look at us. "You've made a wrong turn" they explain and proceed to take us through and out of the house to the other side. In the backyard we can see the path but there is also an immense pool. I fall in. It is dirty and as one of the boys helps me out I ask how often they clean it. "Once a week or whenever a friend comes over to help", reply the parents whom have somehow joined us at the poolside. I get out but can't resist looking at the sheer size of everything these people have. I wonder what they do and why they live out here.
It is getting dark so we decide (my mom and me) to venture back through the path we came. It's almost too dark to see and I run back to the front of the house to ask for a flashlight. I turn the corner only to find that we must have come through the side of the house earlier and that this is the front. All Victorian in a way, blue in some parts, yellow, and red - it is rather pretty. Then I can't remember any more.
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