_ Say hey. The dream is over, haven't you heard?
_ Vacated. It was fatally flawed; the dreamer wasn't real.
_ Not surprising. I feel bad for those waiting.
_ Did anyone feel bad for you while you waited?
_ Not that I knew of, but that doesn't mean it doesn't mean anything.
_ The dream has been vacated - it doesn't matter anymore. By that I mean it doesn't mean anything anymore.
_ We were better off before things meant something.
_ No we weren't; it has all led to right here; ineluctable. We're not better off, nor are we any worse for the wear. Perfect... it's what is.
_ It's kind of a nightmare, isn't it? The dream is more of a nightmare.
_ Look around. What do you see? What do you hear? What do you say? And how do you say it? No need to sugarcoat it; see it for what it is: The slow insistent decay of that which has been taken for everlasting.
_ Faith. It takes losing it to have it. Faith turns attention towards itself with no expectation of anything. Make no bones about it, we're heading for uncharted lands. They await; we know nothing.
_ So?
_ That's it. So? So what. Coffee, black; unsweetened. You?
_ I'll have a rainbow smoothie.
_ Suit yourself.
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... I slide my arm through a sleeve and weather patterns form; kinda sunny and kinda funny.
... I butter my bread and somewhere a Chinaman hears his wok breathe - it is ready for the sacrifice.
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