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"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? ... You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake you'd go out -- bang! -- just like a candle!"

"Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."

"Well it's no use your talking about waking him when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."

Sunday, January 16, 2005

Red vinyl, black vinyl:

the other Mexican restaurant in town and dinner with Sean which might've gone late into the night if not for teaching tomorrow and his first big day of conferences with students. I am up too late now for a woman who must face the dean first thing before class, then class, then the festivities for MLK, then appointments, then back to the do jang: but wanted a word in: word: we talk about writing and I recall: I came here for this: it takes a man who's left home and returned to show you the places he used to go to are the ones you're still looking at: that place still had Christmas up and the bar? open as long as possible: cuervo and dyed blue salt: every section's smokable:

"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"

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