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Categorize, Spread Out Dreams On My Desk, Put 'em In Piles

BCOF:

Yes my friends, Frankenstein was merely a dream.  Or was it?  I always thought Mary may have gotten some inspiration for the story from her brother.  I have told and written many stories.  They are probably mostly based on dreams.  However, I've always had difficulties telling dreams from reality.  Black outs, fugue states, temporary amnesia, imagination and memory.  Everything dripping like treacle into a puddle on the floor. The solidified sap from different bottles mixing with the honey and cane syrup on the floor.  I can take words out of the mess with a tiny eye-dropper, or a syringe.  Yes, life, memory, dream.  Where am I?


Blog City:

Desks.  Desks.  Desks........  I would be happy with a desk for a present.  An antique roll-top would suffice.  I have ALWAYS had a desk, for what it's worth.  For better or worse.  At least for as long as I could sit in a chair.  I haven't fallen out of my chair yet.  Wait, I guess I have on occasion, but I've always managed to get right back on.  You know, like when you fall off a horse?  I should write a story sometime about all the desks I've had, and everything I've done on them.  See how many genres I can come up with.