krazmo

What fabulous dreams I had! I dreamt I was virus sized, fighting the good fight for control of a postage stamp. The thickness of the ink towered over me. The landscape was gorgeous. My enemies were beautiful and graceful and killed with delicious ease. I stalked them and destroyed them, weeping with the tragedy of it. I was a micrscopic superhero. Look at me with electron eyes and I moon you with my tiny ass.

I realize suddenly that my dreams have gone technicolor. What does it mean? Has my morpheus upgraded?

I think I'll build a pair of stilts today.

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