Vlad Posted May 2, 2005 Report Share Posted May 2, 2005 Floating in my dreams With worlds spinning through My mind controlling what I see While proving that I'm blind Dragons birthing from imagined realms Full of dust and ash and smog and smoke Swirling together and blowing all of themselves Away A dog or cat that runs around Forever at my beck and call Morphing to a wolf or lion When I dare to turn that way Staring to the clouds forever Holding onto every breath As if it were the last I see Each cold and wint'ry night. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
reverie Posted May 3, 2005 Report Share Posted May 3, 2005 (edited) A dog or cat that runs around Forever at my beck and call Morphing to a wolf or lion When I dare to turn that way lay off the drugs, Vlad... No, seriously, reminds me of someone lying on their back in a field, picking out shapes in the clouds... A cold field of clouds, I guess... Think D. Adams, came up with the idea for Hitch Hiker's Guilde in much the same way... Something to do with lying in a field in Australia... BTW, as far as the movie goes... i recommend waiting for the video... rev... Edited May 3, 2005 by reverie Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vlad Posted May 3, 2005 Author Report Share Posted May 3, 2005 Thank you, rev! Oh, thank you so, so much! I was hoping that my "picking shapes out of clouds" ideas wouldn't be too obtuse! *Breathes a sigh of relief* - Vlad P.S. I think this is the third time you've compared my stuff to Adams'. Is there a subliminal message here? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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