12-3-03

"it's one o' clock and time for lunch
hum di dum di dee...
when the sun beats down and i lie on the bench
i can always hear them talk..."

-peter gabriel

i saw this woman, face coated in plaster, dancin' her ass off last nite in a local bar, and i realized that i had dreamed about her, but yet in my dream, she had been peter gabriel... i can hear the melodies of genesis and see bodies swaying in gyration, swaying as if being rocked by the ocean... or making sexy advances.

'twas good to hang w/ grego tonite, and sit around the camp fire and sing songs. good to see mommins again.