2003-02-07 - 1:10 p.m.

Ever compose a symphony of words

I looked out of my window.. good god, my backyard grew overnight.. what are all these animals doing there? Myriad forms of animals, did I move to a farm??

Onward in my journeys - inside a house, basement filled with water. All these houses and structures were connected by this stream - a kind of Underground Railroad river - we had to hop on boards to get around. We loaded up the boards .. oh shit! the people at the house came home.. You fucks broke into our house.. a friend of mine, Paul, was paralyzed. I took off..

Continued on my journey solitarily, ended up at a shop that sold cigars and 17th/16th century European novels. talked to a woman there, about life and her loves and if she enjoyed her job and about the hardbound books. Slightly musty smell

Suddenly I was an aged British woman, telling others in thick accent of this new cafe that served an enormous variety of ice cream ... avoid the ones with bright and strange colors - I'll tell you what to get! I distinctly remember my favorite being called "Skunk Scum," other bizarre combinations and such slowly reached consciousness and shook my head, that swirly ice cream looks tasty