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untapped a psychic geyser that had been waiting years to explode: all my self-loathing—every wretched program that told me i was small, insignificant, unworthy, a hopeless waste of space on the planet—erupted up and out, wave after wave of psychic sludge: pitch black, oily and utterly repugnant. i felt
sitting at a table signing...well, i'm not sure what he was signing: it might have been books (which, given the dreamer in question, makes sense). i approached the table, but, rather than sign my book, mohammed instead scribbled on me, writing his way up from my hand to my upper arm. when he did that i felt...
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