A Briefcase
The Weakness of Bedsthe weakness of bedsThe Weakness of Beds
I woke up from a dream I got out of bed I walked down the stairs the sun was still red I searched for the moon but nothing I found the kitchen was dirty wine on the ground
the sun is shining into my eyes I look away and watch my moon rise
I put on some clothes but they are not mine I try to remember but I only taste wine -I must still be sleeping- I talk to the moon we’re laughing quite loud my camel arrived she’ll take me to the south
the sun is burning into
a dreamdialoguemr. joseph: bonjour, have we met? miss. nadine: hi, don't you remember? mr. joseph: i'm afraid not miss. nadine: well, last week, i intruded your thursdaydream mr. joseph: no, not yet... miss. nadine: you shouted 'hey bungalow bill' to me mr. joseph: ah... now i remember... i'm sorry, sometimes dreams scatter all over the floor when i wake up.a dreamdialogue
miss. nadine: i see... so what were you singing? mr. joseph: ah, you probably don't know this song miss. nadine: actually, i think i do... was it by the rites of spring? mr. joseph: yeah, you know that band? they're amazing miss. nadine:
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"Let`s name ourselves silence and speak about it"
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~>T.he R.ambler<~
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~>T.he R.ambler<~
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~>T.he R.ambler<~
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