It was the one about the evil teachers who convinced the students there were cameras recording every word and move throughout these labyrinthy halls and down the minor corridors. In every teacher’s favored cubby, in the strata of their tundra shall we remonstrate the pupils with a supple cane of willow on the buttocks, soon shamed in gala trousers of sassy bruises. Borne up by the pupils, he got straight up in my paglia, stricken ere we sailed into that port at Perelandra. Braickenridge was playing, he was serenading Layfleur, the starch queen or rather her heiress, you know darlingista? Come into my boudoir, I’ll spoon you nice and pretty. I’m Sally Ray your hostess. Don’t you recall, on the balcony, you baited me and hooted? I followed you here, didn’t I? And now you’re going to steal my purse (here Sally Ray hooked her pursestrap onto his arm and yanked away screaming THIEF THIEF—as evidenced by eyewitness testimony and bruise analysis) so I tell you what I’m gonna do—I’m gonna fake it so I seem to recall that goody two-shoes thing I did to fool you all just a moment ago, I seem to have lost all memory of it at the moment, but I am sure that it happened. Now I can’t even visualize it. Now it’s gone, but I’m confident it will bounce up again. In the meantime here’s Eve and her seven Adams.

Breaking Through the Screen of Relevance

If ever I have found a way into the fourth dimension, I have found it through sleep. If this world has placed upon itself the task of confusing any who enter into it, it has succeeded. These are a couple of my dreams:

In this first dream, I was flying through the air. As I looked around to either side, it became clear to me that I was soaring above the sands of a beach. And below me on this beach was a smiling child. He seemed to enjoy his current activity. He was flying a kite. Looking to the string he held in his hand, I slowly followed it to what it was connected to. It turns out that I was the kite. I then looked back into the sky to admire the site of the gulls soaring through the sky. When I looked back down, the child had transformed into Danny Bonaduce. Curiously enough, his neck had a massive syringe sticking out the side of it. He still laughed with the child's voice. Then, I woke up.

This second dream is my favorite. I'm rowing through the clouds in a canoe when, suddenly, the clouds open up. Between them I saw the face of Merle Haggard. I bagan to think "I always knew Merle Haggard was God". Then, I woke up.

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