Tree stained clouds

I thought some unfiltered really excited thought about the clouds upon waking up this morning.
Those are storm clouds! The clouds are heavy with rain! Something like that.

Well shit.
I dreamt I was in alex's new apartment going to see noah and the whale with him. I didn't really have any desire to be there. He was a bachelor in his little bachelor pad. He made a big deal about getting the alarm set. Possibly because he was high and incredibly paranoid. His little henchmen flittered around in the bathroom. A hotel bathroom.

I was getting really drunk and Beau was there. Offering to get in a car and go to the city. A sunday morning carpool with hillary and Tony. He was really persistent. Liked me sexually more than anything else. Touring around the city. Kidney shaped pools (probably full of all the alcohol we were drinking.) SUCH delicious food. Probably some blood. A lot like Humming Humbert probably in a hummer. If not, I've decided its so, so it was. Hey.

Then I was then with Tim. He pulled the same move brian did last night. I wanted to punch him in the face so frustrated in disbelief at how inhuman he could act.

After all this dirtiness deep reaching (clinging to the last nothing and resisting the new something) why would I be blessed with the sight of heavy heavy rainclouds this morning. So pure and full and brimming with everything forever. And the tip of a tapping foot and shaking side to side could bring it all down. Monsoon-- hurricane --pitter patter on pale concrete. For soft eyes and yellow streetlights making spaces in the night for chain linked fences and the inkwell night sky staining trees onto the hilltops. On top of clouds.