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Posted by dreamer on July 18, 2001, at 0:43:30
Sleeping away the daze, escapism.
There's that one second on waking when all is well,
Then realisation stands over me with a sharp grin wearing a T- shirt with the words "This is not a dream"
Last week I was an inventor an exploror
Now I'm dangling , grasping tight onto a string of over-cooked spaggetti. With some b*****d holding a pan of boiling sauce.I have become a recluse and you know what, I prefer it.
Posted by dreamer on July 18, 2001, at 1:09:35
In reply to Sleep, posted by dreamer on July 18, 2001, at 0:43:30
Filtered coffee, ciggerette- I landed took off my space suit.
Evenly spread today, says my neuro-transmitters.
Depression likely if the wind blows in a north easterly direction.
As for Imagination - recommend heavy armour as confrontation from outside or noisey intrusions likely.Pills won't cure these ills, for me is mad.
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