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Mama, don't you worry, night's aproachin' & there's a hole in heaven where some sin slips through -Townes Van Zandt

12/24/07

Somnography



The writing of sleep is different than the writing of dreams. The realm of sleep is lost to the ego. Whereas there are still traces of consciousness in dreams. Sleep to write. Wake to dream.

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