Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Make It Up Monday #3: 52 Weeks of Wordage

“I’m not sure where to begin. There’s a group of four people dressed in Victorian looking clothes, but not totally. One has goggles, and one of the guys has gel in his hair. They approach another guy, also dressed in Victorian-type clothes, on the street. He’s got some sort of weird eye piece and a hat. He’s carrying something on his back. The group confronts him and demands his hat! I don’t know why. The guy with the hat and eyepiece says that he’d rather die like a mongrel dog on the street than give them his hat. Then the guy in the military uniform pulls out a sword and says, ‘So be it!’ That’s when I woke up. What do you think it means?” “Hmm, we don’t really do much dream interpretation any more, but how have you been sleeping?” “Fine, I guess.” “Any other side-effects or issues you’ve noticed?” “No…” “Well then, sounds like you’re doing well. Let’s continue on the same dose and I’ll see you again in a month.”

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