I slept horrifically last night, but in the couple of hours I was asleep I managed to dream both of some fictional dead artists and of Michael Redgrave in a silent movie he never made. When I relayed the latter information to
selkie, however, I managed to leave a letter out of movie such that she wondered if it was a typo for hive and now I kind of want to do something with that, although at the moment that feels a bit like planning to go personally to the moon. I am not sleeping enough for any of the things I want to write.
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- 1: How am I supposed to know what's real?
- 2: Now let's listen to a conversation between two English actors on the subject of Warships Week
- 3: And we'll find you a leader that you can elect
- 4: The ocean is faithful and the Devil's a liar
- 5: I'm aggrieved the hours I've lost I could have spent with my love
- 6: Melting outward like a movie burning on the screen
- 7: We've found where the divide is thin and chosen the other side
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