it can

The dream's imagery was sharp and lucid.

I said OK but can it go on for 50 thousand words.

I said it can but you would have to find just the right ones.

Then you said writing is the only form of telepathy you can bet on so you better get betting.

I said OK but it's hard in the morning when you got other drudgery to do and also a bad habit of screwing off on the Internet.

Then you said fuck the Internet at a certain point you just have to make yourself do the thing.

I said OK but what the thing is certainly isn't what I'm putting into the file that is 313.

And you said, it's not, but it's close. And besides --

Then I cut you off mailed in this stupid blog entry because what the fuck and whyever not