I have the best thoughts when I'm in a stage of sleep. In one of the many stages. It is the sub-conscious-esque type, where intermediate thoughts polka along for a little while. Sunlight, oh the sunlight, and they all become vaGue.
Cellophanic subconscious is what I see.
1) It's 96 degrees
2) Words are merely words
3) I need to make my bed
"I met with nothing but insignificance on your side."
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