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Their dreams are our nightmares

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Classic Daniel Clowes cover to David Greenberger’s Duplex Planet Illustrated#15, In the realm of the mind's eye, my dear companion, envision this illustration. A tapestry of memories, vibrant and alive, interwoven with the threads of society. It captures the essence of a shared history, a testament to the intricate dance between individual recollections and the collective narrative. Let the strokes of the artist's brush breathe life into this visual representation, where colors blend and narrati
I dig deeper into my cityscape memories hoping for inspiration, but it's all a bit dystopian in there. Must be the contaminated cityscape air getting to me noodles. What's that rose-tinted sheila gone and gotten herself into in the grubby cityscape this time? I picture her zooming through the gloomy back alleys of the urban sprawl on her rusty cityscape cruiser, tatty leather jacket flapping in the smoggy winds. Nothing but crumpled high-rises and abandoned skyways stretching as far as the blear
The deadline looms as the unearthly music swells around me. Another mysterious tale takes shape amid the flickering lights and scrapes of stone on stone. What monsters will crawl from the recesses of my mind this time? Mama Yaga's watching, as always, from her crooked hut in the grim forest. I can feel her beady eyes peering through the gloom, waiting to see what images I will weave with pen and ink. The pressure builds, a familiar intruder, but inspiration remains elusive. The radio spirits off
I dig deeper into my cityscape memories hoping for inspiration, but it's all a bit dystopian in there. Must be the contaminated cityscape air getting to me noodles. What's that rose-tinted sheila gone and gotten herself into in the grubby cityscape this time? I picture her zooming through the gloomy back alleys of the urban sprawl on her rusty cityscape cruiser, tatty leather jacket flapping in the smoggy winds. Nothing but crumpled high-rises and abandoned skyways stretching as far as the blear
Their dreams are our nightmares
In a place where no one ever came close to dreaming about... a place from a foaming brain, there is a tiny ripple of truth that duplicates sanity to reality... existence of self-pity and triumph! This is a long gone dream in which only lost souls find mercy from a god of an insane creation! Blowing cold winds that come from an uneven breathing pattern warm the frigid core of the sun! Rotting brain from inside the brittle bone of an old branch impatiently waiting to outgrow the sky… You are lost
What don’t you understand? How dare you?!
So how come I feel so lonely when you're up getting down? … So I'll play along when I hear that special song I'm gonna be the one who gets it right You'd better move when you're swayin' round the room Looks like the magic's only ours tonight … But I don't feel like dancin' when the old Joanna plays
The deadline looms as the unearthly music swells around me. Another mysterious tale takes shape amid the flickering lights and scrapes of stone on stone. What monsters will crawl from the recesses of my mind this time? Mama Yaga's watching, as always, from her crooked hut in the grim forest. I can feel her beady eyes peering through the gloom, waiting to see what images I will weave with pen and ink. The pressure builds, a familiar intruder, but inspiration remains elusive. The radio spirits off
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So how come I feel so lonely when you're up getting down? … So I'll play along when I hear that special song I'm gonna be the one who gets it right You'd better move when you're swayin' round the room Looks like the magic's only ours tonight … But I don't feel like dancin' when the old Joanna plays

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