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: And me? Well, I'm just the narrator
- 2: This is what I get for being civilized
- 3: I'd marry her this minute if she only would agree
- 4: Open up your mouth, but the melody is broken
- 5: Is your heart hiding from your fire?
- 6: Everybody knows the world's gone wrong
- 7: The dusty light, the final hour
- 8: Reading your mind is like foreign TV
- 9: When you turn a solemn promise to a blatant lie
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