Christine's mom moved across the street from her old house.
I'm experiencing this drama between two girls, one in pink and one in black and a boy in blue. The girl in black seens the girl in pink talking to the boy in my art history class. Pink girl rides her bike on break into a parking lot where girl in black jumps her.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
(3307) Suddenly, I don't exist anymore
I'm in my mom's old gold van. I'm fumbling with the radio and the heater. It's snowing. Liz is with me, I'm driving somewhere, meeting up with people.
I'm in this huge elevator, going up with 2 men. I don't know who they are, but they have some relation to the building. It's still snowing outside, I can tell through the glass windows of the elevator, somewhere going up we shoot into another dimension. Things are different here. I'm with Kenneth from 30 Rock, I'm snuggled in blankets I don't know, I'm in an apartment with a TV I don't know. I get up and meet up with people my age that I don't know, but I feel some sort of intimate connection with them to protect them. We walk through tunnels, echoing into a suburban street. It's twilight and the street lamps are just turning on. There's an old house, with junk piled on the old porch and into the lawn and onto the streets. Old cabinets, bags of trash, furniture, everything. The people I'm with want to go inside the house, they think the man that lived there has something they can use, or find evidence that he did something wrong, or held some sort of witchcraft powers.
As they're all on the porch and on his dark dirtied entrance hall sorting through junk. I find a pair of shiny keys in a trash pile in the street. I look at the kids on the porch and look up and see the man who lives there in the window. He sees me too.
I go to tell the kids to get out of the house but suddenly I'm transported into another dimension again. I'm still there screaming at the people to get out of the house, but they can't hear me, things get foggy and blue. I don't exist anymore. I walk around the neighborhood, the elevator I was, I'm in my mom's van again. I just don't exist.
I'm in this huge elevator, going up with 2 men. I don't know who they are, but they have some relation to the building. It's still snowing outside, I can tell through the glass windows of the elevator, somewhere going up we shoot into another dimension. Things are different here. I'm with Kenneth from 30 Rock, I'm snuggled in blankets I don't know, I'm in an apartment with a TV I don't know. I get up and meet up with people my age that I don't know, but I feel some sort of intimate connection with them to protect them. We walk through tunnels, echoing into a suburban street. It's twilight and the street lamps are just turning on. There's an old house, with junk piled on the old porch and into the lawn and onto the streets. Old cabinets, bags of trash, furniture, everything. The people I'm with want to go inside the house, they think the man that lived there has something they can use, or find evidence that he did something wrong, or held some sort of witchcraft powers.
As they're all on the porch and on his dark dirtied entrance hall sorting through junk. I find a pair of shiny keys in a trash pile in the street. I look at the kids on the porch and look up and see the man who lives there in the window. He sees me too.
I go to tell the kids to get out of the house but suddenly I'm transported into another dimension again. I'm still there screaming at the people to get out of the house, but they can't hear me, things get foggy and blue. I don't exist anymore. I walk around the neighborhood, the elevator I was, I'm in my mom's van again. I just don't exist.
Monday, February 14, 2011
(3307) Chance
Me, Evan and Mama were living in 125 Farwood Road again. We got a young male border collie, his name was Chance. He sat on the landing in the entrance hall on the steps where Paci used to lay. He also sat on the stoop in the front, looking up at us when we looked down at him through the storm door. He was young, slender and full of life. I walked him around Chatham Park Elementary School.
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