23 May 2008

on my way out of dreaming

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Sometimes I use a term of art, and it might hark up the attention of bodhisattvas, whose minds might then be crossed by a certain unlovely doubt. I was dreaming heavily, but can't pull it up for review. I just know Tom Cruise was gripping my hand tightly on the red carpet after my flawless execution of a precise blog post, and I'm still shivering.

Do you know that in any image search relative to L. Ron. Hubbard, Scientology or Dianetics you get Tom Cruise pictures in the mix? Yes you do, along with a bunch of other things not readily apparent as related. I feel too much repellence to post any of the others, so you get Coretta kissing Martin, something gorgeous, instead.

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