I dreamed I was eating a book.

It was made from 8” by 12” slabs one inch deep. It tasted like cheese but cut like watercress.

As I chewed, I understood.

As I looked around, others were reading the same title, but traditionally, I couldn’t determine which was best, eyes only or digesting it my way.

Others began to notice me and stare. It made me feel queer.

I was in a restaurant, though, a fitting place to eat and drink, so I ordered bourbon, and I kept on chewing.

I realised their eyes would never make them whole. ~


Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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