Dreams are the usual lately. The geography of Tulsa has severely been warped, but in real life it is the seed of current artistic works. The past few days have presented dreams that are centered around the house on 22nd place and the Corwins being tyrannical and crazed. My brother and father haven't made many appearances, and Mother drifts in and out on occasion.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Sunday, April 01, 2007
The End Was Near
Living at the house with Richard. Floods started coming in and surrounded the neighborhood. Food was scarce, but no one batted an eye, except for me. The house was in horrible shape. Richard kept destroying things just because they were going to be destroyed by the floods. The police kept following me, around the corner to Mayo Meadow. I had something to hide, I think.
