the boy dream
11:17 p.m.
in the dream i was in a bathtub...the water was all cloudy and gray...i must have been pretty dirty! he was in a shower on the other side of the bathroom. he got out and came over to the tub...he stood up on the edge of the tub, towering over me, looking like venus on the half shell or something...hmmm, did botticelli paint boys? i have to go look that up.
i gave him a little button dick surrounded by a mass of shiny black hair. i mean, i dunno, i don't even THINK about his dick, really. when he's around, it's not...important.
then i guess he was staying at my house, with some of his punk girlfriends...sleeping bags were piled up in the corner...blankets...(oh, i know where THAT comes from...the pile that fell down...in fortuna's bedroom).
i was closing the front door, just as two "bad men" were approaching, they were right at the door. i knew they wanted to get in, but when they saw me they kept on moving.
i had another dream about him a day or two earlier, but i think it's gone.
i don't think i'll tell him, it might come off weird, ya know?
oh yeah, botticelli painted boys...
sandro botticelli, young man 1490
haha, it's billy corgan!
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that's me...thinking about art...and boys...and dreams.
ok, enough of this BULLSHIT!
come back soon cuz i love you...
- michael