something somethings. That dream, that -bad- dream, set off a wreath of phantasmagoric binging. The kind of dreaming that threatens to pull me away, and it's only the breathing of my lover and distant singing of my windchimes that hold me to this world I think.
I finally found Ishmael. After being dissapointed that we only had a $30 hardcover at the bookstore I work at, I spied it misshelved in historical fiction (whereas it shouls have been in literture). Needless to say I snagged it, and will begin reading it tonight.
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Date: 2003-07-21 10:42 pm (UTC)I finally found Ishmael. After being dissapointed that we only had a $30 hardcover at the bookstore I work at, I spied it misshelved in historical fiction (whereas it shouls have been in literture). Needless to say I snagged it, and will begin reading it tonight.