TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER an archive of pleasures, wounds, sublimations & other curiosities :: profile 04.30.04, friday morning Before the peals of songbirds broke my slumber, I must have dreamt a hundred dreams. My eyelids are heavy, as if I didn't get nine good hours of sleep, as if the eyeballs had dashed around within their sockets for nine hours, as I traveled through the cities of my subconscious. |