elation!

no need to say it, because this date, when i look back at this, will speak for itself.
now, but about the play i'm writing...(project w/ j)- too late/ too early to shift shape? how can i even capture hope, anyhow? do i want to? just like taking a break from the camera to look out with naked eye instead, maybe this barack obama moment is a time to just witness it and feel.

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another dream, notes

throat excised by lion. my own siphonage of blood in watered down glasses, to keep him satiated; though he claims to be my friend and protector.

explore.

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otherworld reflection

dream.

notes for later: walking through city/ then wooden path/ a lioness and family nearby / confrontation/ the rabbits/ getting dark / last scene: orphanage

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