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???  And you’ll feel yourself tickled all over, and laugh at yourself to see, that you’re walking down a corridor of silver frills and fripperies, sawdust on the floor, chalk and apples. ???

It’s all a dream! You’re walking down and on a cold night, and a fresh breeze will take an odd kiss from the air.

No, no. You’re in the present, a little little oh little merry-go-round?

It’s quite late for the merry-go-round to be awake and still going.

Why are there so many woods here? And why are these old iron nails sharp?


And then this girl…

A sprig of mistletoe, hanging all the way, and then the old quack, who sounds like a lark, tells her he has to fly to the moon, but she can’t hear him, why?  Did he have to go to the moon, if he was a quack?

And that bear, who only laughs when it sees the boy fighting off the woman, who snarls:

“I’m going to kill him!” Well, it’s funny to hear -- a bear laugh! He’s jumping all over him, and kicking his legs, “Here’s a man, you fool,” and for just a moment…

He’s so surprised to find himself in this small clearing…

He starts to run around and around until realizing it is all a deep dream.

How the killer in me is the killer in you my love.

All smiles /sad\ fade into dust when we realize it all -- deepest denial.

:: 08.08.2022 ::

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