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Sometimes when I eat noodle soup, I think the noodles are too long, so I smush them into shorter segments. Then I wonder if soup can experience betrayal, and if so, how would all my food respond to my desire to make their pieces smaller, bite-sized, miniature. I think soup would feel betrayed. I took a creative writing class once and, after showing a few short poems, a classmate raised her hand for commentary. "Do you ever sleep?" This is what I do while you are dreaming. When I am not in active wartime against my own mind, that is. The elements of dream-thoughts without the shield of unconsciousness, for good or for ill. This is what I do. This has been Cool Dream Club with Alicia & Sara. Goodnight.
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