The Jester of Dreams makes a cameo on an energy drink today. All hell seems on the verge of breaking loose. Murphy, whose law is absolute on Mondays. is not only in two places at once, but all over the damn place. The Guardian of my dreams (no relation) again goes to bed hungry overwhelmed by my determination to at least partially perfect a Christopher Walken Impersonation. A huge glitch at the beginning makes it a chore to listen to but wasn't there before I uploaded it to Triond. I may try .wave format next time. A reaffirmation in my belief that I must help everyone I know in anyway I can makes Murphy's machinations more comical than conspiratorial. I have a feeling that the world is going to get weird for awhile that the rare will become common and the unique less so. The once wayward prophets will gather at the water wells of the world. And there apparent madness and impromptu ramblings will become the voice of reason.
The Allegorical Oracle will burden them with the weight of a thousand thousand dreams. Rules will unravel Laws legacy will Leave no lasting impression on the liberated landscape. This I have seen and this I will see again.
The Anonymous Prophet now treads The Infinite Narrow and leaves a trail to follow.
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