Dreams of DJ'ing with Carl Cox and the damn CD's keep skipping in the turntable, of buying Carl a sake bomb and of sitting with him afterwards sneering at a pack of yuppie lawyer types across the bar, dreams of coming out to strangers, dreams of coming home to a just vacated apartment that lingers with the scent of human presence...
Strange dreams
Oh and happy Labour Day :-D Workers of the world, unite!!
posted by WM @ 09:35
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