I dream of the passageway that opens up like a gift, like a small stream opening suddenly into an ocean...
Stuff found today:
1. I have to let the dog out of the trunk.
2. Boy, is it a white day. It must be the whitest day yet.
3. He made her bark.
4. Ravi Shankar is tuning up somewhere.
5. Oh, waiter, my date is ice cold.
6. A. That's what she'd lke to do to him. B. Stir his olive?
7. We have a radioactive something-or-other.
I'm more suspicious than I used to be. Monsters can disguise themselves as postal carriers; postal carriers can disguise themselves as competent persons.
"Every man has the right to risk his own life in order to save it." Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Dear Gershom Gillespie,
Dreams are nocturnal emissions, much like semen, but easier to clean up in the morning.


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