magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

bean is not actually from antarctica. his heart is covered in paisleys.

he makes tiny little pictures and sometimes writes about his life.

Untitled.

10 November 1998

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last night i dreamt about a capitol building being built in an irradiated wasteland. if i had to fictionalize it, the story would go like this: an ancient, technologically advanced race (maybe it takes place far in the future, and that was us) destroys itself in a nuclear holocaust. the primitive people that follow begin work on a monolithic capitol building in the wastelands that are the only home they know, guided by telepathic messages from space aliens. the building becomes something of a temple to their gods, but is not used for active prayer. i don't think any of this was in the dream though.