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As I slept,

August 2, 2009

I dreamed of a den dug deep in darkness, where the dust-covered dead, deprived of day, delight in a deluge of dance and drums. The din, disregarded by the dozy denizens of the dwellings above, dabbles with my disposition as I descend.

Definitely dead, you demand?¬†Yes… yes, I dare deliberate that they were the departed. Dead on.

I determined doubly that this demented dancing was not to be disdained, as I divine some deeper devilry is afoot down in the depths, dithering ‘twixt dark and daylight.

Deeply disturbing…

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