In the rust of all the dreaming

This one came out of the woodwork and danced naked for me...

The face of death smiles from the grave all the riddles of your life, and flatters you to come closer as it folds around you to suck you in, where, whatever you hear or see you repeat like some kind of destiny you are swallowed up in.

I think I want to go home now.

You are here, and this is all the home you will have.

I don’t want to believe in that.

Tomorrow I will send someone to collect the rent that is due.

But I’ve only just got here, and I swear to you I have nothing left to hide.

Go to sleep now, for tomorrow we shall open you up like a can of worms.

I don’t think I can sleep with that hanging over me.

You know, I’m remiss sometimes in my calculations.

Oh, how so?

I forget to say thank you for coming around this way.

Well, you know, I was out for a walk and my burdens were heavy, so I just had to lay down for a rest; and there you were, grinning at me.

We do like to please, sometimes.

And since then there have been a whole lot of doors to open that I am not sure if I should walk through.

Let me get this really straight: you are asking me about walking through doors?

I think I am.

Well, there’s a thing then.

It is?

Of course it is.

I forget what we were on about now; wasn’t I doomed, or something?

You’ve always been doomed.

But I’m fighting back.

That’s your problem.

No it isn’t.

Yes it is.

I’ve had enough of this.

X. marks the spot of the machine that has come to traffic you away.

Ah, the shared dream, I know it well, my face was found there once.

Rook takes pawn out on the sides.

As a side bet then, I’ll take all the odds on the next dream home.

Ah, a fellow enthusiast I see, volunteering to step out into the coffee vernacular where all is a dream and home is but a metaphor of all you once knew.

I have to tell you that I’m thinking of changing my wine sequence to once a day; not to please anyone, no; no, no, no, no, no; oh no; but because I want to place a gain somewhere I’ve never been.

Hmm… we have a new line coming out soon that will satisfy you no end. So just stick around, and smarten up your frequency; and if I may make so bold, please put on your face so we can match it up.

But I’m not ready to get out of bed yet.

OK, I don’t care about that; but I heard say that there are men on the moon; and I just wondered if you’d care to comment…

Let’s see how it pans out; for, if the exploding head syndrome doesn’t get you then the arthritis will.

You have such a nice way of putting it.

I’m sure I’ve said by now, that we aim to please.

Yes, I’ve heard you say that once or twice.

And are we not pleasing you?

Yes, yes you are, please keep it coming.

Your wish is my command, my master; I must please you for all I am worth.

That is good; but how deep are the skies around here that keep coming to disturb my sleep in the rust of all the dreaming?

I must answer you now to tell you what is burning you most deeply and disturbingly and that is causing you all of your problems.

I’d sure like to hear that.

Well then, listen up: there is a dust storm in the south or some other place that is threatening to break out and go wild and it’s coming your way.

Thanks for the heads up on that; see you later, bye.

Ah, before you go.

What?

When did the slaves become defeated?

As soon as they accepted that they were slaves of course.

You have now reached our genius class and will have a pay rise commensurate with your age to be sent to you as soon as you have agreed to our postal plans.

I am unable to respond to that before tomorrow.

We have a plan for that too.

I think I must say that nothing has changed and that my answer is still no.

I’m going to go upstairs now and tell the boss all that you have said.

Good luck with that.

When I come back down I will have an answer for you.

I’ll be here, just don’t come before I brew up.

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