everyone has their own sunken lounge

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Some mornings I can wake up and be completely in love with what my brain can cook up in the form of dreams – the landscapes especially – are full of normal things like houses, courts, cul de sacs, cement gutters and street signs but it’s all somewhere I’ve never been in waking life. I was visiting someone’s house and there was a large group of people gathered around a small tv watching some kind of community thing. ‘Oh, there’s Nicole Skeltys, I should go say hi’, I think, and did.

People are the other thing. There can be people in there I’ve never met, like here, and I haven’t listened to <a href=”http://www.biftek.com/”>B(if)tek</a> in ages. That side of the mind is very much doing its own thing. The internet shows me that Nicole is writing a blog <a href=”http://www.nicoleskeltys.com/blog/”>here</a>.

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