March 15th, 2009

corset & bougainvillea

Blame it on one more drink on a boat.

I had a horrible dream this morning, and I don't have horrible dreams very often--at least not dreams that I can remember later. But in this one, I was shot to death and persisted after death, wandering about in a bloody outfit not unlike the one I wore to MEAT vs. Deathguild Friday night, except the gaping wound in my abdomen was the result of being shot by an SFPD officer. Many of you were in the dream, some planning demonstrations against the police department.

Strangely, I wasn't all that mad about the fact that I was shot to death by the police. I was simply rather discontent about the whole being dead thing, and rather disturbed that I was still walking around and talking to people, waiting to fade away.

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I'm very pleased that a deejay with a decent sense of irony played a house party I attended in West Oakland last night; she played this immediately before this. Both songs prove that T-Pain really doesn't take himself too seriously, as though that weren't obvious enough from this SNL Digital Short/Lonely Island "hit":


"Never thought I'd be on a boat
It's a big blue watery road
Poseidon, look at me!
Never thought I'd see the day
When a big boat comin' my way
Believe me when I say
I fucked a mermaid!"

Priceless.

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My reading at Writers With Drinks went well last night. It's been a while since I've read fiction, but I actually was inspired yesterday to work on some of the short pieces I've rescued from an aborted novel. I may post one that I read last night later on.