had an awkward dream last night (does anyone else - not to try and sound
'interesting', mind - persistently have nightmares?), I murdered some poet
in a sneeze of pique, had to melt him in acid in the family bathtub and
everything washed away in relief except his eyeballs (blue), which were
marbleish and impervious. I managed to escape conviction, but was
wretchedly guilt-stricken (felt this way all morning). Ach. Pascal
wrote, something along the lines, if a beggar dreamed every night he were
king, and a king every night that he were a beggar, they'd be -almost-
equally happy. Nietzschey erased the almost, naturlich, but was being
petulant naturlich. But I -do- have bad dreams most nights, whilst
scrubbing my teeth over the porcelain I recalled the old "these dreams
that [plague? shake?] us nightly", it just occurred to me that the us is a
royal usage, which sets the sentiment above simple i.d.
always dreaming about the devil, too, he's worryingly plastic
que?
k
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