A Liar's Guide to the Dreams..

In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all..

These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight.

They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth... and taste distinctly unusual.

March 17, 2007

And then....

Gloop. Gloop.



The world has folded upon itself. And it makes a sound something like this.


I took it from Equal Rites. Pratchett is the Saviour.





He really is.
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J. Alfred Prufrock said...

Why the continued reference to self in the third person?

And why the bathtub-drain sound effects?

J.A.P.

7:34 PM
Poorna Banerjee said...

er, its just the You and I effect....

And if the world folds... it will probably make a sound like that. It may not, even, but I dont think You or I shall be concerned enough about the sound effect.

12:11 AM

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