Old 19th century books with marbled page edges
Louise Glück, from Meadowlands; "The Dream"
[Text ID: "why couldn't it go on longer? / Because it was a dream."]
There's a place just down the street where they chop off angel's wings and fry them in oil. You should try some. Oh, the angels? Yeah they're regular people now. Simultaneously their freedom of flight is ripped away from them violently and yet at the same time they are granted freedom from the yoke of divine subservience so it's bitter sweet for them or some gay shit like that. Anyways the wings are really good.
if u are ever stuck in a story u need to remembr that a piece of paper is quite generously proportioned in the x and y directions. so if you tryto escape a story by living it youll keep going and going a long time and never make it out. but in the z direction it is tightly limkted. so you simply need to stack stories on stories on stories until the page bursts and you r free. scheherazade knew this
xxv, she/her 🪽 am i a person who dreamt of being a butterfly? or am i a butterfly, dreaming that it's a person?
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