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[vr_trakowski]

Last night I fell asleep on my couch before supper, dreaming odd and vivid dreams, skimming just under the edge of sleep.  I finally forced myself awake so I could go outside and feed my ferals, and as I opened my apartment door--still half-asleep, it felt like--the young man in the stairwell made me an offer (at least, I think that was what it was) concerning the object he was holding. 

Which happened to be a duck.  A white, damp, still quite alive farm duck, resignedly held against his chest. 

Suffice it to say, I wasn't quite sure I was really awake at that point. 

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[ckofshadows.livejournal.com]

There were certain bits on Sesame Street that were like crack to me when I was little. I'd go all slack-jawed and just stare in rapture. The typewriter was definitely one of them (probably because of the escher-esque quality of it all, but who knows)

[vr-trakowski.livejournal.com]

I think we all had moments like that! The pinball scenes, for instance, were terrific.