i had a terrible dream--i was trying to leave a party in the dark city after some rain, and in the alley i felt lacerations on the back of my hands and milkweed started violently erupting out of the skin. it felt like being sliced with a knife and i ripped the sprouts out at the roots but soon they were making those fantastic seed pods that explode in daystar dandruff. i woke up and my eyes were crusted over. was it conjunctivitus? i recovered in a couple hours. last night i was scratching my eyes foolishly. a wonderful dream. at the party, somebody broke a coffee table and there was plenty to drink--bitters and strange secret recipes. i can imagine the piles of herbs, roots, fungi to make a monk's liquor, and the old manuscripts that can only be imagined behind lock and key.
well, the dream was very painful, and then faded away like a dream.
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lovely bit a writing here. bravo!
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