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

The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued

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judged second. Too long a story purposefully avoided. The drugs they give us make it tolerable and occasionally better. Don’t they? ..................... Not always, I suppose. In another scared effort to reach out, I want to ask if this stuff is just another manifestation of that which is deluded, desperate, or understanding of what is dreamed hopeful for those so hurt. I think I know the answer. YOUR sad a** answer. It’s the same as mine. ......... And yet you chase me away. You have condemned me to an eternity of asking ‘WHY? it can never be, interspersed with f*** its. The luxury of a half decade of dreams; dreams with which the haters, logicians, marketers, and various other game players succeed in ruining our sweet, sweet love, continue to appear real; insofar as their deference to the easily calculable past is a likely prediction of the future. ...... It seems as if that will again prevail.

If so, in the wished for touch of ‘friends’ yet to be held in some sort of cyber absentia, I archaically cry and wish to believe that you silently do too; your tough modernity, an imperfect, perhaps Platonian, intonation. One time; two times; not enough times, it seemed so easy. Didn’t it? ....... Damn. What happened? The garden had no apple trees for them; only a garden of beauty for us; and for a while we truly lived. ....... Then the wily, imagined serpent showed them the way to hell, and