by Jerry Ratch
I may have walked across the sacred line
That separates me from the rest of mankind
But I already paid my dues
So, what club do I get into?
When I wake up
And the wild rain of dreaming
Ends
I discover that
Guilt is just another four-letter word
With extra baggage
And there are so many
Streets without a city out here
On a map without a name
That suddenly I'm on the inside
Of the Endless Dream of Humanity
And Cataclysm is a bustling city
Right across the river from Orgasm
Somewhere in Oregon
Until the shivers return
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"The wild rain of dreaming." Pretty much sums it up. You and Jowell today, the dreamers.
What Matt said.*