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.

18 January 1999

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last night i dreamt that george and i went to look at this house for rent. it was octagonal and two and half stories tall. i remember wondering how we'd get out of the lease on out apartment if we decided to rent it. it was pretty nice, except that the entrance was in the top half story where the ceiling was too low to stand up straight.

and in another dream i heard about this guy who had been shot two or three times and was in the hospital, i think. he was an li customer and i had to set up some email aliases for him. and later, walking down a street, there was a blind man sitting at the scene of an accident. he had apparently been hit by a car and shot at the driver (who was the guy from earlier). but there were no cops or anyone else around. i helped him walk a few blocks to a restaurant that he was trying to get to.