I woke up this morning with dream fragments in my head. I dreamt I was talking to Art Boy and said I miss you and suddenly everything was fine and my hollow bones filled and my brittle sense of self became supple. When I got up I made coffee and toast and then I did it. I phoned Art Boy. Fortunately some sense entered my head and I was able to hang up before he answered. Close call. Never trust a head full of dream.
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