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I am being lowered onto the Merrill Lynch' bronze bull that stands in Wall Street. Alex Baldwin is tossing pennies at the bull. There is a mad orgy in the streets. Lightning strikes at the merry makers. I can see a face in the black clouds above. It looks like Mickey Mouse. I tried to kiss Stephenie Meyer. Her body explodes into a flock of crows. She stands naked on a moonlit beach. She is speaking in a high pitch mantra. It sounds like an electric flute. The sky is black. There are no stars. Only a full moon stands behind Stephenie. She's moving her mouth, but all I can hear is the high pitch mantra... I wake. George is on the radio with a female Zen priest. She is praying her mantra in that strange sound, "Wee-ohm-ahm-wee." Hmm. Maybe some oat meal will hit the spot. ? ^ V
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