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I had this dream once (in the way that you dream of things, not in the way you dream about things) that I would be able to find my own way, that I would be able to shape the world around me into something beautiful, a rogue aesthete in my own right, doing the work that others could or would not.

I wait for the thunderheads, the static on my skin and the smell of ozone. I work magic in an urban rain dance, splashing dirty puddle water on hurried pedestrians who crouch and dash from doorway to doorway, not realizing that they are already wet.

9 thoughts on “19

  1. “hurried pedestrians who crouch and dash from doorway to doorway, not realizing that they are already wet”

    how very ‘Ghost Dog’ of you…*smirk*

    more rain adventures soon??

  2. god forbid you not be 133t50r35t 133t that ever 133t3d….or somethin’, rigth hun…

    and i see no answer re: further rain fun, so i suppose i’ll just have to find someone else to accompany me on my soggy adventures…. *smirk*

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