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Last night I dreamt of murder.
As I lay between the sheets, inches from the ceiling.
I considered an orgy of destruction and wanton chaos.
I considered it, in my dreams.
Of course I did nothing. Except awake with a hangover.
And stumble out of bed.
To use the bathroom.
[Yes, I can write in pretentious quasi-prose too]
As I lay between the sheets, inches from the ceiling.
I considered an orgy of destruction and wanton chaos.
I considered it, in my dreams.
Of course I did nothing. Except awake with a hangover.
And stumble out of bed.
To use the bathroom.
[Yes, I can write in pretentious quasi-prose too]