Dreams are blood gossamer of the quantum, obviously. Trapping them for product didn’t prove easy to history but those motherfuckers always gonna try. We loved the sound of wrapping and unwrapping our dreams each night because we’d slept through the day of the day’s burnish, polishing I mean ourselves with sounds: popular and like rock or love electronique real easy. I caught almond-headed angel blessing in desiccated ouch. Glass ersatz of the coruscating plastic. My dream chocolate is 53% cocoa solid milk uptake, hot oat, sumptuous rolling out of time — plainsong of longer energy. A porridge bar coated in chocolate and studded with rat dropping hours and real man. Louche caramel alimony coming cloud sugar rupture. Heist of splendour. Marshmallow contemplators are god. Dream chocolate nurture my easy sleep knowing everything to look at it taking bites.
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