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In this dream, Fat Charlie was cool, and beyond cool.
the trick of Walking on the Water.
the fly guy, the Charlie-in-his-dream,
Ask, and you shall receive. Ain’t that the truth?
Simile.
Haha
Spider.
Impossible things happen. When they do happen, most people just deal with it.
innit
“Los Angeles.”
Where Charlie was last night!
His brother looked like Fat Charlie wished he looked in his mind,
unconstrained by the faintly disappointing fellow that he saw, with monotonous regularity, in the bathroom mirror.
taller, and leaner, a...
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Don’t we all wish we had - or were - someone like that? And the following description. Mee too.
Charlie tried to remember if this was what the fly guy had been wearing in his dream.
Haha - physics? Schmisics.
he started singing at his desk,
such a wealth of talents at your disposal, with such remarkable skills, perhaps you should leave us to tread the boards, entertain the multitudes,
“He’s right. You should be making records, not wasting your time here.”
Haha
His daydreams tended to be small and comfortable things.
This afternoon, however, his daydreams assumed a different shape:
the dusk chorus of a city.
and not have to interact with other people - mee too
“Our father is no more. Our hearts are heavy in our chests. Sorrow settles upon us like pollen in hay fever season. Darkness is our lot, and misfortune our only companion.”
Simile
where the three remedies for darkness of the soul may be found,”
Haha
for whom the bell tolls,”
Haha - it’s from a John Donne sermon:
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
https://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/donne/meditation17.php
“Steve Burridge.”
rubicund barristers drank side by side with pallid money market fund managers.
Haha Mee too been there done that.
Haha Mee too
“These old places have the good stuff, if you ask for it,” said Spider. “Or maybe I just think they do.”
What is real and what is not?
He wondered if the salt was really tears.
A wine with hallucinogenic properties, like Schwärmerei from Tokarczuk’s Empusium.
“They had a bottle they didn’t know they had. They just needed to be reminded.”
Haha
Haha
Haha ouch question
But Spider lived in a different world.
Simile
large vodka and orange.
Haha
the vodka and orange.
Haha
Only he couldn’t do it.
the vodka and orange.
Haha
Haha
“Brother of mine, you are harshing a potential mellow here. It’s all taken care of. Oops. Gotta go. The big boss needs to talk to me.”
Haha
Haha
