my unconscious is anything but high culture

in my dream said is planning to blow up the island--it is tiny actually--and we all live off it in a boat (like a book like a thread like a boat?) and there are wild flowers there which elif and elif go regularly to water and they want to save the flowers before said kills us all, but I take alllll the girls through mews and passages and cobblestone streets and into and out of buildings with arched entrances and somehow end up where said is and i try to ersuade him not to do it as it becomes apparent that in fact he is not equipped to do it--it is almost sad, I almost want that empth shack to be full of those cartoonlike bombs and not just dust and old pieces of metal.

sources to be traced back to (typo copyright lovely student who made me laugh in the middle of the night) martian crimp thomas mann and the streets where I live and obviously lost.

ilham perisi fasist mi?

bakiniz sag el, kurt isareti.

(yoksa acep adamin kafasina mini bir fiske mi vurmak uzere?)

(oteki eli adama arkadan kulak yapmaya mi hazirlaniyor?)

(adamin annesi mi aslinda bu kadin yoksa, hani odedipus falan olayi?)

(typo super olmus birakiyorum.)

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