What are your dream characters?
Mine's in the desert. Always has been. There's a raggedy rabbit--skin and bone.
Mine's in the desert. Always has been. There's a raggedy rabbit--skin and bone.
What does he want?
He--
Why does the worn wooden sign beat against his ribs?
He's hungry, probably. His ceaseless drudging dreading trudge slouches toward the Blob of All Plenty.
The Blob!
Full of terrible joy, rainbow brites, mad daisies, mush balm, hot vinegar wheels, clanky toms, and boom-boom nugrits. You know, dream machines.
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