when turek dreams

Hey Matt,
Had another Crank Sturgeon performance dream.

I showed up late for the show which was out doors in the winter. It was in an ice-carved amphitheater at night so every thing was white snow/ice with an orangey glow from the lights. You were set up in a sort of partial cave and you were dressed as a stalagmite. (basically and adaptation of the standard pointy head sturgeon head gear.) You also had a few audience members dressed as stalagmites. When I showed up you were getting the audience to chant "Oily, oily covered in cheese, Oily, oily something something knees. Oily, oily bubbling glee, oily, oily bla bla please....."
The audience started to get up and march around chanting the Oily, Oily chant. I recognized Brendan as one of the other stalagmites. You led everyone around the edge of the theater and up onto an ice balcony. The last thing I remember was a group of 7-8 people with you up on the balcony about 15 feet up all chanting with a witchy glow of light( torches?) illuminating you from below.

Not sure how many Sturgeon performance dreams that totals over the years but I think you just passed the number of id m theft able dreams.

-Frank


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Sunsthrewnine

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backing out

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paryz d(own)

You got that square?
Oh how he hated the feedstore!
Future visions of stamens and fistulas-- orgiastic album cover landscapes, part marshall, par gland-- lapping seedy banks of spill and after-rinse; grime and piss and red velvety undercrotches just awaiting the exhale to finally exhume and sigh and wriggle whitebelly up, fetid poultering, bad chin, weak upholstery, mildly acrid in pigeon bicker and dick.
Windy wence?
China upply. S'ed and heard, (H)'eeded and died.
They stole the art and beat his eyebrows into compliance and occupied palestine. Along those lines, none could proffer details, nor would curtains reveal their tenderlings and pinkeye adds-aged and the sorority of foreverumoan, wails included!
You got this box finger appliqué and the sheets would tire or fallow read the hectagram season with threeshot pill caps and weekly bone supply (milk). Calcitrate bastards chalked along equivalent straightaways to bind weavings with the hairknit; gorging and grotesque, jolly fingers to the nail, satch and roe shyness.
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my're ons k-uaq

1. Altered couture
2. Coulomb atelier
3. Atavist collapsible
4. Collaging altricial


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lactrum chelled

Bactria.
All-lone, spy eyed and the what-have, a counting session with idiom and them's-the-beastie, she heeded her a congress ingreed that bounded the loathesome tooths with a critical pit and T-emblazoned tableturn z that the didn't-knowledges quickly shafted 'longside, tapering the gust to a whine, and with a widerdown, all the oils spooled bits for craft, sending the majors tightly-tight, ignoring all the cajoles and hay in the mire-tister, lowing olden yellows to the beak and sure.
Lamply.
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Bist.
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on toppled ought 'em

Twits on anime. I fired that cheffy ages lack, sequestering his plump waddle forthwith and having had too many narrows to widen swatches with that itchy linen ye find on dry creek beds come torn8do seasonal hymn. Speakin' o: d'you get the rosin? Pied preachy and lit like a beach, that macalister was a bodesomewell when the mewls came all prancy like ranch dun-wiles a' laboring yores and eves klinging line-duct (you know it) all telebrubb and shiny. Fckn' eels too; smiles having the slick and retoeing heelscut in a sense satori that berated edges like yestersneers imbues. Gotta din that some a'likening hew. Gotcho already meanings when the tide went oil dimpled, pimps sierra, and conduit cleansed. Twelvefold and frittered, them's dust devilry had a certain veining in the Q-rile, leaning in with a leavening spire, coaxing the anxioustry with calendars for beers. I had shelves of weights, and thensome bricks, boy; and surefit don'tcha, they toddlered the teeter, and poled the tirey eye till I fell.

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