The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued

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lusting for un-reachable Laguna Beach, the most prudent of bets. Like this one, the low end dives were a much safer bet; well confirmed by the un-dart board experiments conducted at Harvard Business School. It was indisputable fact that the “Harvard Lampoon” pre-dated and outlasted the “National Lampoon” by a statistically significant margin. The three figured total, of that which two figures (maybe fingers) were currently inconsequent, were unsurprisingly inadequate to satisfy the slave rapping insistently at the door. He opted to forget about his desired trespass and was content to be amused by the noise made by the loser without an entry level key, acting like a big deal on the outside. He got down and pretended to be “on point” with the drudgery imposed, vaguely aware of what long term crack use brings with it.

The machine perfectly played the customary, habitual drum solo. The puppets danced. He successfully avoided laughter when he announced; “Here’s the beat; bass and drums making you move you’re a**. Guitar, here and there, as should be; encouraging but ultimately much too overdone since the youth of Clapton and the minimalist existence of Cream, always just another poor reflection of the man known as Hendrix. Rest redundant, with Stevie Ray almost close, with the balls to take the man on. Hey Stevie, in your spirit and mine, you tried and you too were