of old emails and new

i was perusing an old email account from 2003 and those years, and i figure it'd be funny to look through some old stuff.

i found this haiku:

simply complicated

existing where i am found

sword in hand

LOL wow.

i don't own any swords anymore, o wait yes i do, but my broadsword is in em's closet. with my old geetar. the oldest email is, ignoring the one from 1903 about hair loss treatment, is from a one Paul Mazurek, who worked on Secret of Evermore, and of whom i purchased an animation cel of the never-aired Secret of Evermore commercial, which should be in my belongings i left with Em. I think it survived the hurricane.

LOL.

elbunnyman@hotmail.com a brother i consider checking on.... i wonder.

LOL my winning ebay emails about my honda VTR250 interceptor parts. i think that ended up getting left at the viera self storage after ash's house. lol.

kisses make world go round. just ask lady luck.

speaking of which:

i had an interesting dream last nite, at least part of it. Ummm, don't take this oddly, for truly mine subconscious takes the reins (reigns) when it comes to the voyage of my dreams. A one Amy DeJulio appeared, as i'm sure such a lady doth truly enter many dreams across this plain existence. And as in the dreamstate one simply knows things to be true, it was one of those instances. She was wearing a very 50's black lady's business dress, with the little hat pulled diagonally to the left, with some of that shiny black hair peeking out from underneath, it was dusky out, or duskyish, the environment didn't register to clearly, but i was going through a door, it looked, and felt, like a train station.

And she stepped up to me, close enough to speak softly and still be heard, and she said not to go. and that she loved me, and she embraced me, not feircely, but firmly. And it hit down, deep down, because she couldn't see me. All that she knew of me was who i was, and the fact that she loved me even though she knew who i was, hit me so deep down inside, in the dream, it was very moving. i replied with a kiss, and it was a long kiss, not a crazy animal furious kiss as sometimes happens, but a .... a close your eyes kind of kiss, which i don't usually do (close my eyes that is), and i did this time and it was....something i got lost in. Which hasn't happened like that before, and i find it strange that something so....so amazing happened in a dream.

Why have the only deeply moving moments in my life, the ones that shake me so to the core, happen in my dreams? And this time, it was odd because it involved someone i know in real life. I'm slightly confused, but more over im bemused still. dream enchantment at least is lasting, like the butterfly in the tummy effect.

maybe im crazy. i dunno.

i don't know what i expect to gain by writing this here. but im throwing it out there in hopes i might learn something about it. About why the deepest tones of my bell get rung in my sleep.

wow, i wonder what amy would think. lol! wow. awkward. siiiiigh.

wack. and im listening to bjork for the first time. and i kinda like it.

ok now i know im in the land of the luna maxima.

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