I am dreaming of a little gnome, coming up the stairs at night, giving me my academic title. It is a dream indeed. I think that I will win a Grammy or an Oscar before that.
Ah, a new dream. The Bauernbergpark Man, returning from his imprisonment, will sit on his park bench, smiling this time and he will say: "Ahh Dr Archy 2000, how are you today?"
Ok. Stop. I should stop drinking this non-alcoholic wheat beer.
I should draw another Neruda question.
Or meditate.
Or better work on my thesis.
Hmpf.
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