Night one: the killer whale became a hairy, cardboard box. Well, not really, but my mom was convinced that anonymous intimidators had sent her such a concoction. I did my utmost to convince her that these demented senders could have in no way procured a killer whale carcass, and further, transformed it into a cardboard box. Dream Mom would hear nothing of it.
Night two: I witnessed an underwater slaughter. I...don't want to talk about it.
What's on the agenda for tonight? Considering my stellar bad dream track record, one can only hope for...the best?
If I could sing like her, Neko Case that is, my life would be complete. Maybe I could secure some sort of discipleship/apprenticeship/internship. I am a personal assistant now so perhaps I could use that experience and become Case's personal assistant in exchange for lessons in the ways of HER. J- told me tonight that he heard that she is a bitch which leads me to think I ought to reconsider, but dammit she can roar! Just listen to "Maybe Sparrow."
Regardless, I have been told that I need to twitter about the open mic scene with my songs. The lineup includes a gruesome pro-vegan number; one about two-step issue-evasions; another about a masquerade-of-a-parade; and one about marrying a fish (of sorts). More to come!
As for now, it is time to slip beneath the covers, down into the shadows. On belay, love, deep into your darkness.
1 comment:
I like her voice. Go for the open mic, we would love to hear you sing
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