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DreamyDreaminSweetDreams(of-a-Dream)That-I-Have(Had)

indefensibly
off        ended wit'me            
bestdefense
          as-yet-to-be
recognized
wit'in'a human holler
           skull,
just mindfulledly  mynding
          meOwn[ly]
fcknbusiness
when some       body      hollowed
                       [outloud,no'less],
"HeyyyyyyyyyyyYouuuuu!"
        &i'll befucked ifn i didn't know what to
say,
aye were[so2speak]so befilled wit bafflement
as
to forget where'o'where i i i left my balls (f'or
safe kee
ping , yknow?)   -    me mighty sword went miss
                     ing aswell,&
then i reallyized
ihad nofcknidear      where  ip'arked myCar  
in this  deepdream city, all Bklyn whilst no Bklyn at'all...
   &whichwhat cccccar    

was i   drivin anyway?only
membering
tha'wee
was drivin backforth o'er some reallyreal awe'spiring
            bridges
   buttsometimes wee's on subway trains or citybus buses,
so
imay've been just dreaming that ihad a'car at all---yknow
like
adream witin adream..............& to further com
plicate matters
        there was also an errand need be done, usually
one'o those dead people that ye
loved so fckn much back whenever, yknowlike Ma or Pops or
      Cioci & UncleJoe,  needing to be picked
      up & taken t'sum ImportantAppointment
 
   or a dead girlfriend....
 
((&then,ofcourse, yr always be bound to lose one or more of yr kids along-th-way, even the ones ye never had to begin wit))
 
some
other times there's a gig t'be played wit deadguys who
used t'play in yr band....Tommy,Leroy,Bobby,Jamie,Glenda,Jim,Richard, (jesuschriste i must be deadfcknOld, bein there's somany of'em)(&
sure'shit there's a deardeparted Ifgot to mention)----
 
for alla this cent'ury now, alla me admirers gotta admirate from
hiding places.....my harmless ghostliness frightens thee deep unconscious of real-people 'in all walks of life'....man'o'man it's funny shit,fcknfunny shit noless........& then'o'course there the Great Elizabethan TragicMystery, a Paradoxymoronique Comedia del Arte.....imean,fuck,man, yrjust sup'posed to f'geta'bout this shit. Ye can't spend The Rest of yOur Life laughing like thee freekin jackass that y've turned into &becum'd.
 
 
well,look(wouldja?), igotta[b][font=Courier New]  go    ..... back to sleep .....

 
 
surely if Ishould sleep longEnough,longEnough sleep, Iwill
yes,Iwill (ithinkican/ithinkican) get this shit figgered out
straitened out resolved And resoluted....
 
              *!fuck,yeah!*[/font][/b]
 
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Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
Published | Edited 12th May 2013
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