OrpheusAgonistes
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Last week I dreamed I had a dinner date at a super-exclusive restaurant called Dashwood's. We followed the directions perfectly through tree lined avenues that wound and slanted, perplexing and seductive as the argument of any great sophist. We finally arrived at a surreal wooded area in the middle of the East Village. The entrance to Dashwood's was a cave. I remember feeling awkward, even terrified, as we made our way down the filthy tunnel to our table. Inside, I was horrified because the patrons were in various states of undress. I was wearing my favorite tie, but my date tore that off immediately and threw it, with a laugh, on one of the open fires burning in the dining room. The dining room consisted of expensive tables and chairs and silverware and china located in a mossy cavern. There were weird symbols on the walls, weird cave drawings, that scared me for no good reason. Disorientation. I saw written on our table in what looked like blood "The total past felt nothing when destroyed." When I looked up again, there were two brutes in the middle of the room (hadn't they been behind us in line? hadn't they been investment brokers a second ago?) tearing each other to shreds. My date was yelling and screaming and clearly aroused. I said "Oh my God this is so wrong" and she turned to me and her face was terrifying and she said, pleased as punch and clearly turned on "The winner eats the loser's heart." I tried to run to the bathroom but I could never quite get there--terrifying dudes or worse things still kept getting in front of me to block my way. When I woke up, I had a brief bit of sleep paralysis. Wicked freaky from top to bottom.
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What I cannot create, I do not understand.--Feynman Every sentence I have written here is the product of some disease.-- Wittgenstein
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