a caterpillar

Dreams, illustration, poetry

31st January 2011

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paul klee

paul klee

19th January 2011

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19th January 2011

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19th January 2011

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18th January 2011

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18th January 2011

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dream/sean godfrey/ 1.16.11

to start off, the pathway to your door had little decrotive plants with the word Love written in cursive over and over again along the path.  In the last dream you were in, the one I remember with most detail, you, your mom, a woman who gave facials who was traveling with your mom, and gunnar were there.  At some point I told myself to leave, it felt too crazy because I realized we were being filmed for your reality t.v. show.  Gunnar was there, he came and went.  I remember the dream being in color of all kinds.  Your mom looked  haggard, like she was on drugs.  She might of had dim light all around her, or was in black and white?  You told me to come over to see these drawings you had of your pathway.  You put your arm around me and asked me if I liked the ideas and plans…I don’t remember what I said, if I said anything.  Your mom’s friend was giving a facial to a woman she invited over.  It was sloppy and unprofessional.  I was driving around with you in a car when I realized it was part of the reality t v show.

4th September 2010

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Orange Machine, real life permanent dream

September 2, 2010 Notes

Henry Miller’s middle name is Valentine

Black Angel Baby Pissing

Look out ego is a too much thing, when everything seems goin’ so fine, Old ego puts itself on a bind, Your cert’ty turns to doubt, Then you start flippin out, Then you ease on out of your mind- charles manson

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From the friend * Leo

Too much ocean, too much sea, it is no wonder that you buried me…….but, it’s alright- jeffrey lee pierce

Books to suggest “”“”“”“”“”“”“”****”“”“”“”“”“”“”“

Edwin Brock- The Portraits and The Poses

Octavio Paz- Eagle or Sun?

13th March 2010

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13th March 2010

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9th January 2010

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where are the dreams?

where are the dreams?