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  • My dreams, when undisturbed can go on and on and on. This morning's was no different.
    It was where spielberg ,meets soupy sales hand puppet FANG meets The Amazing Mr. Fox meets Ciecel B De Milles doing that Big Wave thing you could walk thru like a K-mart shopper.... and so on...

    anyway, I had become "Mr. Stickman telling this large mouth about how I made it in the "past wreath bussiness and how I became fire wood and then how I started paper macheing everything that wasn't nailed down.. and after each little stroy that had full movie credits and commercials,, The Mouth , which got bigger and bigger with each "made for t.v. " show, of how Famoussssssss I was and how Rich rich rich, i was,( the mouth stilll) kept saying the same thing as the camera zoomed in on her mouth, which by - the- way- was- getting - bigger and bigger---- each time she said the Same thing..

    " What's Next"?

    With such a playfull surpise of genuine Interest, I just had to keep telling her, as if, my dreams were giving Her life, while I was starting to feel dizzy from Un Breathing or sumptin- in a sub - sub dream or the dream.

    First it was a regular mouth, then it was the size of my deck ( made out of wood) , then the mouth was as big as the town

    ohhhh, I almost forgot,

    ( you could See a comparison to how big her mouth was, with a picture in Scale/graph/ thing...

    so when I saw her mouth as big as the deck? well her mouth was right next to it.. Split screeen like... like Split... In half, not thirds or fourths ..or fifths.. No, it was definetely Half!

    ok.. so the dream (s) (split like) I kept showing more and more and more examples of how ''Stickman '' became STICKMAN and all the people he helped.. though , that was a given and not in my dream

    but.... Like in alllll dreams.. Anything can happen... And This is NO Different...

    Squirlls started showing up with deers and muskrats and mouses, moose and and rabbits and everything Bambi could remember from early childhoood before the fire.. but after the noah-thing-but no T- Rexs or bleeding plastic dogs.

    I hated that rabbit.

    not in real life..

    In the dream ... silly

    who would hate rabbits? c'mon.... try and keeeeep uP..

    well, the mouth was always saying
    " What's next"
    "What's NEXT"?

    WHAT WHAT WHAT??????

    Until the mouth was as big as the Galaxy and everyone on the planet and everything was dancing in un easy harmony ( that wasn't there) to the sounds of marching boots and Pink flyodd cartoons of Hammers and then and then and then??

    My cat was knocking on the door, ( he really scratches the glass door , leaving greasy paw prints and dirt- in real- reallll life) just before the Mouth asked a different question... that slipped away like one of those Hubble space shots of millions of galaxies we have recently learned exist, we can pass through, except not like paws on glass

    And Learned to pass through , like in Hyper space ALA the Jedi movies.. and the last thing the mouth said..

    but the cat woke me up
    fucking cat!

    I swear!


    Saturday morning cartoons,
    I had to sneeeeeeks over to my friends house, just to wach, since we didn't have a tv..
    but that wasn't an easy thing either, since I had beat up two of the Older brothers even though I was much littler.
    (that was easy- No one is expecting the Spanish Inquisition in terms of a 40 pound fist launching into a veritcal trajectory, when being pushed around)
    still don't.

    fucking cat!
    It was the answer..
    the big big one,


    I hate when thattttttt happens.!!!!


    I am going outside RIGHT NOW and start to Pick UP sticks


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