Wednesday, August 24, 2011

dream about t. moore

was at a party at thurstons. he walked in just after me but i didnt say hey, i just milled about amidst and amongst furniture and people. the party carried into the basement. i found myself near a cellar door. there was a stack of mags and rags and beat-up LP covers in a box next to a bin of recyclables, bottles and cans. something about the two pieces on top of the paper stack appealed to me strongly. i began to cut photos and shapes from the papers perhaps to make a collage. a kid walked in past me to a couch i hadnt before noticed, sat eight people, at least. just then my eye went to the box of paper and i saw that it read "do not cut."