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11 June 2010 @ 04:51 am
Celluloid Venus  
She watches the gifts edge rowing
through roses bridged by river,
like flowers of a woman growing
the vacant flame won't shiver,
but frozen in a fathers love,
Obsession In The Mist:
silent rainbows wait above
to kill the man she kissed

So, I just went in the bedroom to wake Steph up to tell her I love her, and I tell her I wrote her a poem. Here is the conversation:

Me: I love you Steph! I wrote you a poem!
Steph: There aren't any images on this.
Me: What?
Steph: There's supposed to be images on this.
Me: There's supposed to be images on what?
Steph: This slice of pizza.
*I then attempt to wake her up more and say a bunch of stuff, finally asking her questions to test her awakeness*
Me: Who do you love?
Steph: You.
Me: Say the name of the person you love
Steph: You.
*it doesn't work though*

She is so adorable it is almost painful!!!!!!!!!!!!!
korinacaffeine on June 11th, 2010 11:14 am (UTC)
I wish I could catalogue all the times you've talked in your sleep, and what exactly you said. If we put my catalogues and your catalogues together, I think it would make a decent surrealist novel.