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Last night I dreamed that I was slowly climbing a mountain while being attacked by fledgling Harpy Eagles. At the summit a representative of the NHS patched me up and sent me on to my reward: an Eminem concert. He had a treadmill dropped on himself to demonstrate toughness.
Last night I dreamed that I needed to pee but the only urinal was attached to the inside of the door to the bathroom, so people kept coming in while I was peeing and getting mad at me :’(
Caesar says ancient Britons bred rabbits, duck, and geese not for eating—which they thought was gross—but simply because they were funny animals. Great shit.
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Stephan Shaw reviews Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance after 40 years of Heavy Use:
"This vacuum cleaner changed my life, made me what I am, but it’s really a piece of shit, has tappets and you should buy some other book. This one is mine.”
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Last night I dreamed that a Soyez 2 rocket obliterated all of downtown Manhattan. A necessary sacrifice, in order to make it to the moon.
This mf proust hittinf new heights every 30 pages. Too good. Now I can’t write a paragraph without being like “hmm, what if I added 2-17 more metaphors and made it all one sentence”
Dreamed of watching a video of myself stumbling about, falling in the mud, writhing. “Isn’t this great art?” asked my friend. I said I’d seen it too many times. On the cliff where we stood a great crowd was throwing hermit crabs into the sea.
Dreamed of the earth disgorging minerals full of fire. I turned to my comrade, full of solemnity, and declared “We must lead them!” The people hurried around me heedlessly through the streets.
Last night I dreamed that I won a poetry competition held by the CIA, the prize for which was being shot in a small capsule to the moon. When I landed, the entire committee congratulated me, and then cut off all radio contact. It was clear that there was no way back.
Last night I dreamed of watching a film in the middle of a casino. It was reported to cost $100 billion. The plot of the film involved an east coast puppy being given a newt to carry in its mouth, which it has to transport across America, and deposit alive into the Pacific ocean.
It seems like babies are having fun but actually they hate it. They know their arms and legs are too small, and it makes them very angry.
Last night I dreamed that a middle aged woman chastised me for driving a sportscar too fast by her toddler. Over her shoulder I could see that the child was playing near several large crocodiles, but bringing this up only seemed to infuriate her further.
Last night I dreamed that my analyst stacked a series of books on a table in front of me, and then glared at me like a sphinx. Vaguely aware this was a test, I pointed confidently at the books and declared “it is I!” In a pleased tone she replied “ah, so you are finally awake…”
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Make sure you read to the end of this review of Michael Heizer's hidden desert art installation, "City", by @Prophypraxis to get to the criti...
to get to the....
"He is muscled like a David on the frame of a street urchin. His beauty is all monkey."
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