I'm just dreaming in bed
I'm just sitting on the floor creating
"Everything is nothing....blah, blah, blah...." (I see where I am dead...and I see that now it won't matter)
I have some religious reading in me, which marvels!!! But I'm truly spontaneous...A dose of good otherworldly wine:
A finger flies over her eyebrow into the world:
"I am Ka'an!...solo-man!!! This is all meaningless to me..." "HA! ahahaha!!" (the laugh is joy, really; I am crying)
"You want straight and I am crooked!" "hahahaha!! etc."
I hold Magical pens.
"This is nothing...nothing to me...this is nothing and this is nothing, everything means nothing...meaningless..."
check list/bit more than i am dead/
John is watching me in bed, he is watching more...my feet are glowing with a red white light...each foot is on something I call a mountain...a year ago I earn't points for the soul...
I wear a chest of gold.
I have a dream, such a funny dream.
I greet the Rebbe. he says:
He looks at me in my divine.
His wife calls me a witch. "You have killed my husband!!! You are not Satan (??)!! (therefore:) You are an evil witch!!!"
I stood there laughing;
"Hahaha! He has sinned me because he is a dog!!"
She screams for men:
"My husband! My husband!! Sex witch!!"
Hundreds of his men, run after me, screaming:
"WITCH!!! OUR FATHER IS DEAD."
I wake up and laugh.
I laugh about that every day. But, who is making up these stories???
Where is the respect?
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