i’m still stuck inside a dream and i’ve been awake for an hour now. it was beautiful at the time, but it’s not real. if you could send out a memo to my brain so it can stop making me me feel like this, then that’d be smart.
“'Raise high the roof beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man. Love, Irving Sappho, formerly under contract to the Elysium Studios Ltd. Please be happy happy happy with your beautiful Muriel. This is an order. I outrank everybody on this block.'”—