the tangent universe
Nov. 30th, 2019 09:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaThere's a music video for Closed On Sunday, and it's even worse than the original song because at the end, North West, which is her real name, screeches "CHICK FIL AAAA!" at the top of her lungs and it's really quite painful.
This is where I confess that I didn't listen to the original song all the way through and I only heard the end because someone pointed it out. It might be in the original song, I don't know.
A woman told her friend that she likes when the artwork's title is just a description of everything going on. I met someone who looks like Emma, and she always sees people and thinks she knows them and then it turns out to not be the case. For what it's worth, she doesn't sound like Emma. I'm not sure if her name was Emma because I didn't ask. A woman had purple hair. A woman had crescent earrings with beads hanging from them. A woman had a red velvet and white lace dress and mismatched colorful socks.
Sara is not an artist; she studies biology. She has a snowflake pendant and a thumb ring like the crest of a wave. I didn’t think to ask the woman with a scarf and a dragonfly pendant.
I thought the woman with various colorful rings just fell asleep on the woman next to her. Turns out they knew each other.
I'm not sure what Coke Raspberry Magic is supposed to be. It might be like that raspberry vanilla coke concoction I made one chilly August day. It doesn't seem that much different from the standard raspberry coke.
I slept well for the first time in a week. Balanced out with not so pleasant dreams about Ashley. It didn’t quite match up with reality because in the dream world, we were both brought back to life and we were in school but she was a year older than I was, and we both remembered our past lives.
burning question: was my dream borne out of some subconscious desire for atonement or amends or my frustration with my inability to atone or even have some sort of closure, or was it a premonition, or was it just because axolotl and Ashley sound rather similar if you use the proper Nahuatl pronunciation?
This is where I confess that I didn't listen to the original song all the way through and I only heard the end because someone pointed it out. It might be in the original song, I don't know.
A woman told her friend that she likes when the artwork's title is just a description of everything going on. I met someone who looks like Emma, and she always sees people and thinks she knows them and then it turns out to not be the case. For what it's worth, she doesn't sound like Emma. I'm not sure if her name was Emma because I didn't ask. A woman had purple hair. A woman had crescent earrings with beads hanging from them. A woman had a red velvet and white lace dress and mismatched colorful socks.
Sara is not an artist; she studies biology. She has a snowflake pendant and a thumb ring like the crest of a wave. I didn’t think to ask the woman with a scarf and a dragonfly pendant.
I thought the woman with various colorful rings just fell asleep on the woman next to her. Turns out they knew each other.
I'm not sure what Coke Raspberry Magic is supposed to be. It might be like that raspberry vanilla coke concoction I made one chilly August day. It doesn't seem that much different from the standard raspberry coke.
I slept well for the first time in a week. Balanced out with not so pleasant dreams about Ashley. It didn’t quite match up with reality because in the dream world, we were both brought back to life and we were in school but she was a year older than I was, and we both remembered our past lives.
burning question: was my dream borne out of some subconscious desire for atonement or amends or my frustration with my inability to atone or even have some sort of closure, or was it a premonition, or was it just because axolotl and Ashley sound rather similar if you use the proper Nahuatl pronunciation?
