friends

How is it that i have been dreaming lately,night after night that i am getting bills for my friends and my family:BILLS.Real ones in euros and dollars ,667.14 cents for downloading porn from one of my closests friends who is not madly into porn .Its the 14 cents that kill me.These bills are very prominent in my dreams,what do i owe my friends?Have i not been supportive enough and are they now dressing up in (celtic)tiger skins and demand Money as an expression of my true and devoted love for them.I am on my way down from having a major Up working with the Rep of Loose letting my voice go and improvising with these utterly supportive musicians. Now its back to intimacy and leaning on the words and arms of friends again.Music by Falla and Britten is waiting for me.Tonight they will be my friends.Light words on light chords should rock me back into my chosen cradle.Poems are waiting to be written, i can hear them knock while i am waisting my time trying to figure out these dreambills.As if real ones are'nt bad enough. Read an article about Maurice Sendak the childrensbook writer an illustrator .Where the wild things are...wish i was there growing more hair,sharp teeth,wicked feet and a voice of 5 octaves so i could be a base and sing the commandatore in don giovanni ,ah how great would that be :a hairy singing satue shaking hands with a weak specimen pulling him down into hell and me,the base turning into a soprano again living with the wild things.Garhrg in e minor