First I thought the night was young. It turned out, it wasn`t....


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Roaming about the streets, the car was smashed into smithereens. It was just a dream---or so I carelessly reckoned. It might have been real; it might have not. Anyway, he took me by the arms and dragged me down the staircase to straighten this whole ordeal out.

"How were you driving, honestly, to acheive such masterful catastrophe?" he said.
"I LIKE that...," I mumbled. "I do like that theme. Masterful Catastrophe, Masterful Colourful Car Crash Disasters....oh, no, I do not. I just like those suggestive notions, not the contents itself. Surely you...?"
He waved his hand back and forth (absolutely resenting me). "Yeah Yeah Yeah."
I smiled like a tiny fox. Like a glittering little twinkle in this crystal-lonely-universal-ambivalence....
"What's THAT?" he exclaimed, standing up and knocking his brandy glass all over the table. "MUKS." he sighed.

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A research paper was due the moment we'd all wake up. In a sea of four flattened out matresses; a young man, a monk, a lady, and I---sleeping side by side.
Should an earthquake mess this paper up, "We'll have to evacuate." someone started.
"W-wh-where?" a panicky stutter.
"Nowhere. Great grievances!" a cranky monk fired. "Just rest, my dears, and you shall see...." His arms fluctuated as if he were about to meditate. We all scrambled for our beds. PLOMP! as our backs hit the sheets.

"Shall we?" I said. Our eyes meddled, our minds fiddled with high-low-high fidelity....

I jolted upwards as someone was crawling around my stomach. My dear young man! He must've been sailing the high-low-high, between the ferocious waves, beneath the clawing rocks, besides the lonely sea. Squirming for his life, he managed to escape my whimsical attemps to catch him,

"and eat him?" the lady suggested. Then came a gallery of heartful laughter (ohoho phewy HEHEHE reakakakaka tretetrete Tiiiiish HuHuHuHu!), subsided by a glimpse of the sunlight-shatter...

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Then there was bliss. Careful touching light, glowing, heartful voices.
--Good Morning.