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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."

Friday, July 29, 2005

Am changing my name to Ginza,

courtesy of Radish King on really sharp knives and a pyramid.

And Gin.

Any questions?

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

[contact me:]

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