i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
"i've been looking so long at my pictures of you . . .

. . . i can almost believe that they're real"

i'd stay up and type a huge entry tonight but i got bit by some mosquitos and had to take an antihistimine and now i'm sleepy and goofy and pondering imponderables and i want to go dream a sleepless dream or something.

By the way - dinner was fantabulous! We had my secret dirty passion - Popey's chicken; spicy. It was just like heaven.

ciao, baby.


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confessed on Wednesday, Oct. 09, 2002