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i think that when that commie man (with a mouth that moves less than his eyebrows when he sings nonsensical syllables) arrives in my daytime dreamscape or nighttime reality, he will be sitting in the first chair on the left, on the other side of the fireplace. it’s like down the rabbit hole or through the looking glass or up and then down into oz. (ok, i just saw alice in wonderland on sunday. give me a break). creepster will exist just on the other side of coherence, deep within the shallow haze, taunting and testing my grasp on ‘reality.’
it’s like “this man” all over again.
(who thinks maybe i need a nap? well, i do, for one.)
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