Friday, February 27, 2009


058

And when we first met,
Dr. Caligari, he gave me a small
rounded container made of
gelatin. It was filled with a
nauseous and acrid dose.
I swallowed and was never the same.
Now, my nights are full of wonder,
and my days are full of dreams.
Darn that man, Caligari. I
love him so.


What the hell are dreams anyway? I'd rather not be dreaming at all!

1 comments:

sara said...

whoes "Caligari"?