Scraps

“Spirits put me into a walking stupor. A real life lucid dream. I’m not dangerous….just sleeping while upstanding. A gleaming soothsayer with red cheeks and mundane reality.” – The Machinator

“Just woke up from a sideways sleep. Blue moon passing on a shallow morning. On the medleys of days lost, I perfumed my inhibitions as ghosts of higher order, blinding.” – The Machinator

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