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okay time to fantasize the muse. flow is such a feminine name for one so masculine, more like rocky.

so we're hanging together, my muse & me, when he reveals he's always dreamed of being an illiterate but some things are so hard to unlearn without an icepick & an oedipus fixation. so as i dream the possibilities the next thing i know we're well into our 3rd topic of conversation and i'm starting to get jittery because i'm not used to such high quality repartee. but anyway, the mood shifts like disappointing correspondence and the whole place darkens under the spectre of a doctor who mystery and i just know some weird shit's gunna happen soon.