last night i dreamt that donny osmond had a new reality tv show where he was a dentist. he was my shirtless dentist, attaching braces to me in front of the cameras. i keep dreaming that my mouth is full of stuff, broken teeth, braces, etc. but this is the first time that donny osmond has been involved.
this neither.
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this is not the new album cover. unfortunately.
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so, the fog is just clearing on a bright chill day here in vancouver. the household has been listening to a bunch of joy division, after seeing control on friday. beautifully shot, a movie that definitely lingers in the head.
but the living carry on. i’m getting stoked for a show at the gabriola poetry festival on november 23. there are official performances in hot tubs! i won’t be there in time to see alasdair roberts on nov 17, which is a shame. he’s playing at the surf lodge on the island, a place my grandmother used to dine at. should be a lovely show if you’re in the hood.
okay, i’m a slave to the email today. must go before my arms seize up. xx v
