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SECRET: when i was wee, pressed between my multi-colored heart patterned bed sheets, i had this reoccurring dream that i am sitting on this great black cow in the middle of a warm squishy night, in a field at the base of a blurry mountain and the grass comes to your elbows and crickets play harps underfoot for the people living in the shack and little dots of christmas light float around. also there is a chubby mexican boy on the roof of this shack, singing some spanish song to himself in a high-pitched voice in his swimming trunks. he has red cheeks and giggles in a boyish cherubim manner. and then it starts raining and the floodwaters push over the farmer's fences and this cow chases after the floodwater all over the openness to see where it goes. i think about this a lot. today in the storage room at the school looking for paints i thought of it and my eyes became unfocused. it is the reason why i go out and get HORCHATA drink, which is made of rice and milk and cinnamon and mexico, because i want the black-haired lady handing me my styrophome cup to turn into that little kid with the swimming trousers.
by The JavaScript Source
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