Done Is Done

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Transformations

Without computer still, slapping my arms like junkie style... But I have other means of writing still. DC is on its best behaviour with me, friends who are all so open and giving, even an air mild as can be, carrying a mist to keep me awake after an all day mix up of a …

What I Did

In the dream, I exercised my kinesthetics controlling the movement of oscillating fans. Brought someone into to show my newfound power and could no longer demonstrate. Then I claimed some woman pulled a gun on me. But she did not pull a gun on me. Kids say the darnedest things. In someone else’s dream, I …

Grey Man

I didn't get a good look at the fish tank next to me. Hell, I didn't even notice it. This means I am going to hell. Reality, as exposed by scientists as they bite into it, does not reveal an actual hell realm, other than the seemingly limitless varieties of suffering humans and animals create. …

Dream Factory

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Unshake

Galveston salt still grinds back there no matter how many times I brush it's the little town the island fever sponsored by pounding sun the neck line of cancer moving in she says it's what you're gonna catch so I sneeze one for the sneezer I know which he'll appreciate back home drinking that flat …

Even Empires Expire

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No Sleep

cannot sleepthis has carried over into an ongoing thing for me over the past week that I become an owl of night and finally trail off to sleep by sunrise and return back sluggishly around three four or five by which time I'm settling back into my still spot bending knees and concentration to in/out …