Dreaming with Friends

I had a dream with Morgane icymorning tonight. There was a cave, and she was wearing school uniform, and her parents had to pick her up from my house, and I was playing my CDs to her because I wanted her to like my music, and we (Kevin and I) cooked her some breakfast, and she was lovely but slippery in her behaviour, and the dream has been disappearing ever since I woke up.

Marylin complex

I wish I had a Mole, or were a Mole, and dug up your perfect garden
There's nothing but your Undergrowth, and what you call stale weeds
Your Snarl is wishful thinking, ambiguous in the backyard's evening
Some call it a Camouflage, but I know it's the true beast in you
That fake Tribal beat you learned, dust gathered above your stampeding feet
Your eyes Jazzed, solo, perfect for a night understructured and old
I wish for a Reversal, rolling across your grass in a fit of laughter
Folding your weak anger into my safari arms, pinning you down
Letting some mystical bullshit Vanish, keeping you underground
And letting myself repeat your Date, returning again tomorrow