Wednesday, December 16, 2009

My thoughts are edible things (evidently).  The strangest of the strange things being that:

Every dream I've had lately has involved root-melted, bloody, dangling, lassoed-by-a-nerve-sinew, teeth hanging out of my gums.

... In these dreams, I feel situational pain -- the kind of stinging pain I would not get from simply having a case of teeth-grinding amidst sleep.

A years time, in rational thinking, would have eradicated this strange dilemma.  But...no.  No.  NO... this has been haunting me for about.... 2 years to the day.

"On many an idle day, I've grieved over lost time.  Moaned, and groaned, and rolled my bones... but there is no lost time." 

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