It feels like a “Poe” vibe.
somewhere in between.
Two o’clock. I wake up. It’s raining. I smile.
I dreamt last night that Joseph Gordon-Levitt asked me out on a date and then forced(yes, forced) me to travel the world, filming him and his band.
We time machined it to Ireland and Aspen.
We fell into a desert.
We rode around and chased each other on Penny-farthings.
We fed stale bread to wild tigers.
We climbed trees in Riverside Park.
We wrapped ourselves in Christmas lights and danced on top of a mountain.
We put money in sexy ladies knickers.
Then I woke up thinking I was in Russia.
Dear Joe,
What is in Russia? What happened to the unicorns? Perhaps a burlesque show next time.
Thank you for a lovely adventure filled night.
Melissa
Cataloguing flaws and suffering from random bitch-fit outbursts.
It’s one of THOSE days.

