Dreams and... Stuff.

I'm in the house that my father used to own, on 13th and F, and it's combined with my grandmother's house, and some other places. mech_angel and I live there, or are visiting, for a very long time. I'm checking the computer and my mother sis showing me that I have 85 comments on a post saying something trivial about my going to DC, but very few on anything I think to be meaningful. We start talking about other things, and the weather, and I'trying to find a piece of mail, with the zip goed on it, so I can go to the weather website. We start talking about the strange relationship of my father and step-mother.

I'm driving onto and on-ramp, like the one i used to start the drive to Clayton, for Julie's wedding, but there's construction, and the woman in front of me is stopped on the ramp, staring at the sky, and I roll foward, and tapc her bumper. She stops, and I get out of the car, and I say "Sorry: I thought you were moving faster than that." She just stared at me, saying nothing, and drove off. I got into my car, and did the same. People drove around me, acting insane, in their cars.

Something about being in Tower, with mech_angel and her friend Anna showing up, looking for her, and me and Anna-Louise, the supervisor, were waving to get mech_angel's attention. I had this long quarterstaff which I was using to go through CDs and I used it to lean upon, and gesture, now. It was Moses' staff, from Exodus.

Something, here, aboutnazzrose and raidingparty being around, and showing people around DC.

Tom Waits - [2:19]--- There may well have been more to those, but I can't remember, at the moment. Have I extolled the virtues of this album to you, yet? Because it has Many. Story telling, musical compositions, vocal arrangement. All of it.

Anyway, here's your morning whatchafuckit, brought to you by mendori and wacko1138, with commentary by myself.

Whales found to have Dialects. Idiot Humans Surprised. Look, dialects don't arise due to "artificial borders." (Tom Waits - [Goodnight Irene]). Dialects come about due to geographical separation, and teh variegation of the human glottal structure. WE speak differently, we have different voices, and though we may have, in fact, had one "proto-language," it changed, and grew, and expressed itself in different ways as the different people in charge got a hold of it. Just look at Castilliano Spanish.

"La Très Sainte Trinosophie". Good morning. Here's some Alchemy. Some of the words are cuneiform cuts, and others are Latin. Some are French, and others.... Well. Others.

They... Spell out the way to set a man free.

Tom Waits - [Army Ants]--- "...and, as we discussed, last semester, the Army Ants will leave nothing, but your Bones."

[Tom Waits - [Puttin' on the Dog]--- Something else in the dream about me watering a plant.]

"For My Next Trick, I'll Need a Volunteer."

I can saw a woman in two
But you won't want to look in the box when I'm through
I can make love disappear
For my next trick I'll need a volunteer

I can pull a rabbit out of a hat
I can pull it out but I can't put it back
I can make love disappear
For my next trick I'll need a volunteer
(Step right up)
For my next trick I'll need a volunteer
For my next trick I'll need a volunteer
(Step right up)
For my next trick I'll need a volunteer

It's lonely up here
When the tricks have been played
And the spotlights have faded
And the plans that we made
Have fallen apart
It's lonely as hell
And there's no magic spell
For a broken heart

Put me in chains and I will escape
Better not wait up, 'cause I might be late
I can make love disappear
For my next trick I'll need a volunteer

Well, it's lonely up here
When the tricks have been played
And the spotlight is faded
And the plans that we made
Have fallen apart
It's lonely as hell
And there's no magic spell
For a broken heart

I can saw a woman in two
But you won't want to look in the box when I'm through
I can make love disappear
For my next trick I'll need a volunteer
(Step right up)
For my next trick I'll need a volunteer
For my next trick I'll need a volunteer
(Step right up)
For my next trick I'll need a volunteer
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