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are some dreams real? dogs in the alleyways stopped at the robot by a slavic cop lady but she lets others pass dragged to a restaurant interrogated by a mafia owner demanding money I don't owe they say I've eaten there with a pregnant lady last week dunno what they mean Alan smiles but conspiratorially with them how can he be a friend? I sob that I don't get their drift too late.. I need to a safe room to tell a story whisper your name in the night dream you lodge nearby I jump up to do midnight chores i pack out glassware from closets and you're there ostensibly to help the helpful lodger gesticulated that he's leaving while I make the right noises of working so, after upturning the table to work on its insides you leave it on the floor upside down it will stand that way till you return you get so irked at my queries I'm half afraid to talk I get a quick kiss pressed onto me face I didn't brush my teeth my tongue feels thick and gritty you rush off into the night I'm in an alley with a tape-recorder hearing a deal go down I call to the fat son of the owner they're all slobs with underwear down their knees and *** on their shoes I drive down the highway with half attention and think how we could have met yet that thought drifts far away now as my story waits in line on a conveyer belt the public never sees stepping out this time line to lance ahead single entity for when the other catches up there just ain't enough temporal cloth to be clad in unity cloaks some dreams are maybe then just dreams
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Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 11:02 AM UTC
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are some dreams real? dogs in the alleyways stopped at the robot by a slavic cop lady but she lets others pass dragged to a restaurant interrogated by a mafia owner demanding money I don't owe they say I've eaten there with a pregnant lady last week dunno what they mean Alan smiles but conspiratorially with them how can he be a friend? I sob that I don't get their drift too late.. I need to a safe room to tell a story whisper your name in the night dream you lodge nearby I jump up to do midnight chores i pack out glassware from closets and you're there ostensibly to help the helpful lodger gesticulated that he's leaving while I make the right noises of working so, after upturning the table to work on its insides you leave it on the floor upside down it will stand that way till you return you get so irked at my queries I'm half afraid to talk I get a quick kiss pressed onto me face I didn't brush my teeth my tongue feels thick and gritty you rush off into the night I'm in an alley with a tape-recorder hearing a deal go down I call to the fat son of the owner they're all slobs with underwear down their knees and *** on their shoes I drive down the highway with half attention and think how we could have met yet that thought drifts far away now as my story waits in line on a conveyer belt the public never sees stepping out this time line to lance ahead single entity for when the other catches up there just ain't enough temporal cloth to be clad in unity cloaks some dreams are maybe then just dreams
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Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 11:02 AM UTC
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