on our way to wherever it is people do when they're tired of fucking each other

had a dream last night (I say had because it was mine and no one else anywhere on earth shared it with me and that’s as wonderful as anything that things can be like that) about this girl I used to see sometimes and how sometimes we’d get drunk and sleep together and the next day it was easy like nothing had happened like all we were doing was taking care of each other’s needs but sometimes, even a thing like that gets predictable or old (as things you know too well do) and so, now when we talk it’s “hey how’re you?” and “fine” and “what have you been up to?” and “not much” and then we hang up.
Anyway, the dream was interesting it was like I was watching all of it unfold from far above (like a satellite of knowing) and we were reaching point where people stop doing what people do (doesn’t matter what it is) and I could tell, physically, literally, how we were on our way to wherever it is people go when they’re tired of fucking each other or it just isn’t working anymore.

2004-10-22 | 12:21 p.m.
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