it's pretty packed. i imagine when the doors are closed all the objects come to life. however, the objects would be tightly squeezed together, like people commuting on the blue line during rush hour. the outcome would probably be a cross between "beauty and the beast" and "american me". at the end of every night the air conditioner would get raped by the coffee table with a christmas tree knife.
ah to be close to someone...
after leaving i decided to take a walk. i always forget about walking places. it's always "bus this" or "train you".
chicago's skyline is really awesome.
later i walked by the morton salt factory.
when i was younger i wanted to have a tattoo on my calve of the morton salt girl.
i don't know why, it always appealled to me though. weeks later i heard someone else saying they saw someone with that exact tattoo. since then i never think about it. one day i will get a tattoo but it will be original, super original if you will. something like this,
around my arm or something.
later on i thought about the psychological complications in the film "over the top"
that robert loggia can be a real fucker sometimes.
at the end of the night jockey thought about going to sleep.
then he did.
i hope he is dreaming of this.
