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Some years ago, shortly after my grandfather's death, I had a dream that in his afterlife he was running a junkshop in Berlin, selling all kinds of old, second-hand things. The hue, the mood, the color of the dream was like this.
a blues singer from New Orleans I met in Berlin. She did a stunning version of "Black Mountain Blues" which is my new favorite blues song, especially the line: "The babies cry for liquor, and all the birds sing bass."
and this is a plant, dreaming it is a homunculus
a blues singer from New Orleans I met in Berlin. She did a stunning version of "Black Mountain Blues" which is my new favorite blues song, especially the line: "The babies cry for liquor, and all the birds sing bass."
and this is a plant, dreaming it is a homunculus
