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words may follow too.
but i've never been good with words.
i get them mixed up and want to draw little arms and legs and stars
around their heads next to the words to distract myself.
so i usually do.
and that's the only place the words really ever come in.
well there was the moon spy dream.
but that just grew to the point where it now inhabits the space in front
of my subconscious, so that every stimulus i encounter is filtered
through it.
no biggie.
and its brotherdream, the bit i wrote about solar.
but nothing ever really came out of that.
the dream was affecting, but proved impossible to transfer to
pictograph, phonograph, or autograph.
i felt like i was suffocating every time i tried.
so i didn't.
maybe someday.
right now it's in a drawer with my other unborn babies.
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