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Patterns

I've got a bubble in my brain. A soap bubble. If I move too loudly it'll pop. It's too pretty for that. I'll be sure to think quietly.

I'm asleep now. I think I am. It certainly feels like it. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily.

I hereby order this meeting to call. Meet this I call to order this. Pizza. Mushrooms. Sweeties.

I'm being romanticism again. Those of you offended by such things should buy your inner child a lollipop. A _big_ lollipop. Shaped like a soup kitchen. Or french toast. Or a puppy.

Huh. I leave the apartment for a change, and I start dreamwaking again. Miracululuous. Harmoninious. Breaks all the rules. I will ponder not this. I will type. Yes. Type. Easiness.

There's some sort of odd truth somewhere. I can feel it. I do little but feel it. If only I could Think it instead. Then I wouldn't fall into analytical self-spirals. Yeah. Then I'd just fall into different self-spirals. Go with what you don't Know, man. Shiver.

Is there? Is there is there? Do I see things because they aren't, or do I not see them because they are? I can't let myself know. Because if I do, I'll be wrong. Both ways.

I'll give you a present. That's what I'll do. Yes. Simple. Simple is good. Return to simplicity. Place to start. Yes. Present. &. Accounting. Four. I could give you licorice. But I don't like licorice. Nasty nasty. Tastes like licorice. Something. Something else.

I could give you a baseball bat. Phallic. Meaningless. Childish. Too many meanings. Give you a baseball bat and too many meanings. If I could think about a bat without meaning I'd do it, but I can't. Hmm.

A pin. Tapioca. Blue whale. A gift certificate for all-you-can-eat at your local. One shoelace. Worlds beyond measure. A cardboard box. Three nuns and a punching bag. Real nunchucks! (A product unveils itself in my head. Then falters. How to attach the nuns? Roasaries! All is clear. Thought is abandoned.) Kaleidoscope. Tin. The Dalai Lama. The Dalai Llama. Something beginning with T. Something ending in L. No. And not much rhymes with mononucleosis.

Not a pink elephant thought. No. Another thought an other thought I know the thought. Yes. Thoughtgift. Yes. That's it. Yes. Yes is the gift. Take it.

Pretty.

Pop!

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