I've been writing. Throwing the words out of my cluttered head into a formerly pristine notebook.

I've never been afraid of soiling a pretty new, empty page. I scribble with one of my thousands of pens. I draw, I paint.

There are times when my writing becomes illegible as I fall back to sleep when recording a dream, or when it's late and I'm way too comfortable. I've been known to fall asleep while writing.

The other morning as I was recording a dream, I woke

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