my evening dream
i awoke this night with a vision of an angel seen in dreams. while swimming across a mountain pond, having donned my purple paisley codpiece with matching knee breeches and tan safari hat, i felt a singular presence emanating from the gazebo at the pond’s western edge. ’twas with some small trepidation, and equal curiosity, that i swam toward this force, as if pulled by it. i found that there be a woman waiting there — a beautiful… angel type… thing.
fortunately, i have just installed a worthy graphics program, so i am able to render somewhat of a facsimile of the angel from my dream.
she looked not unlike this (except for the ripple effect, which is apparently my shpilkes translated through the drawing program — an involuntary, intense effect i assure you). simply an astounding vision.
February 20th, 2005 at 08:58
[BLUSH!]I’m hardly an angel, however, as any person who’s lived with me will attest.
February 20th, 2005 at 09:18
well, i think it’s charming you’d think i was talking about you, snakey sunni, but i thought i made clear that… hell, didn’t you see the picture? that’s the angel from my dream! and now you’re trying to fuck everything away? hmpph.
maybe i’ll swim to the other side of the lake tonight — the side where they aren’t so presumptuous. can’t believe you think that looks anything like you. it’s like you suppose i have sunni on the brain. well i do not.
the angel was sunni. ha! you really are a piece of work.
February 20th, 2005 at 15:12
Gee, sure looks like Sunni to me, and most angelic too. But the water DOES obscure it a bit. Maybe my eyes are deceiving me.
February 20th, 2005 at 15:18
see, sunni? bill isn’t sure. that’s the spirit!