I had a dream that I was living somewhere new ... different ... away ... and no one knew who I was. No one. It was exhilarating, scary, weird, creepy, and strangely appealing. What does that mean?
posted by Jason C. @ 2:23 PM
I thought I smelled gin and regret ...
The random ramblings of a somewhat neurotic writer / editor / freak from Indianapolis. Wherever you go, there you are.
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- Name: Jason C.
- Location: Noblesville, Indiana, United States
43 year-old sometimes poet, stuck in the mundane world of the real, always looking for the thing to spark his creativity. On weekends, I volunteer at a local home for retired go-go boys. Oh, and I'm gay.
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