“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”— Bukowski (via 6od) (via havent-got-a-prayer) (via killingbambi) (via misstugui)
is the ideal companion of your nights, allowing you to understand better this third of our life spent in bed. Dream recollection, sleep hygiene, curiosity, you will find your own reasons for using this software of a new kind. Nights after nights, Dream Recorder keeps records of your sleep profiles. It provides statistics and give you the possibility to annotate your dream records with notes or keywords. It wakes you up at the right time, can play sounds while you dream. It records your voice automatically when you tell about your dreams. It’s alarm clock can be switched off by voice.
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in the dream, i pull him from a height, pull him with me into a carnival top fall; we’re forward here, and secret, and alarmed. i sit in his lap in the dirt, in the dark, leaning forward. something about his mouth & mine. the turn of his head.
his hair is long in the dream, long again, in the dream.
when he nestles into the side of my neck, this long ghostly sigh like a small hot star in my belly. closing my eyes. face tilted to the sky.
in the day comes fresh blueberries from the garden of a woman who has sent them to us frozen. they are fat and round, sweet and impossibly juicy. my bird mouth stained, fingers stained, a deep dark lusty purple. writing letters one-handed. licking the juice running down my wrist.