The last creative thought I had came in the form of a dream in which male nipples had Bezier handles that allowed you to adjust and stretch them to great sizes (radii of 6 inches each and more.) When stretched tall and wide enough, they acted like video cameras, and you were able to see yourself in them, with all the grainy resolution that real video cameras have. This image did not appear in the same dream as the one I had last night, in which the daffodils and tulips on Union Street had money inside of them instead of pollen.

Two love songs:
Fade into You by Mazzy Star
Love Song by The Cure

A song for the crush:
The Damned Don’t Cry by Visage

The song that holds me:

Enjoy the Silence by Depeche Mode

The song for him:
Come Live With Me by Heaven 17

The Song for me:

Compulsion by Martin Gore

Esoteric longing:
Hysteric by Frowny Face Empire

The song that’s true:
I Want The One I Cannot Have by The Smiths

The song that happened:

Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division

And one that I’ll never listen to again:
Surprise Ending by Supermodel Stalker