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Waking up this morning I dreamed that I had been handed a poem on a paper. Dreaming read words is something that very rarely happens for me, and this one was a very poor layout job, where the artist had discovered the line height control in their software and was under the impression that running letters together vertically made for edgy layout. To add to the insult to aesthetics, it had been printed process-color with a slight kilt to the halftone register, so that the grey of the lettering had bled into the orange of the background. The poem was equally ill conceived:

F--- the machine
That took our Emmy Away
There it sits, glistening
by her bedside.

Now why the hell would I dream that? And who's Emmy?

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tryslora
Apr. 25th, 2012 09:42 am (UTC)
There must be a short story in there somewhere. I want to know what the machine was...
barry_king
Apr. 25th, 2012 10:15 am (UTC)
I was thinking along the lines of a defibrillator that sucks lives, or a person who has never seen modern medical equipment blaming the heart monitor for killing patients.
tryslora
Apr. 25th, 2012 10:19 am (UTC)
My mind had slipped towards some sort of fantastic wish fulfillment device that sucked her soul away. Although the twisted parts of my brain could also go with incubus demon infused erotic toys, too. (Sorry, my brain refuses to be PG)
barry_king
Apr. 25th, 2012 01:24 pm (UTC)
Far be it for me to point out that these two ideas are not mutually exclusive.
tryslora
Apr. 25th, 2012 01:59 pm (UTC)
True, true. There is the potential for an exceedingly kinky story in there. Sadly, the places I know which might be right by genre, wouldn't take it because of the death/darkness. :(
barry_king
Apr. 25th, 2012 03:36 pm (UTC)
Well, angels are just devils turned upside-down. How about "Emmy and her Angelic Apotheosis Device?"
arwensouth
Apr. 25th, 2012 11:54 am (UTC)
Emmy is Celia's half-sister -- have you forgotten already? :)
barry_king
Apr. 25th, 2012 01:23 pm (UTC)
Then it must have been steam-driven. Which causes me to remember an extremely rude Scots song that I will not sully these pages with, save that the chorus was "Rum titty-bum".
asakiyume
Apr. 25th, 2012 02:28 pm (UTC)
Heh, I often dream words. I woke up this morning laughing because I dreamed I was reading a Wikipedia entry that said that Waban, Massachusetts, was known for aerated cheeses. I don't even know if there is such a thing as an aerated cheese, but somehow my subconscious decided that there was, and that Waban was good at making them.

Cardamom was also in the dream.

ETA: OMG THERE IS SUCH A THING AS AERATED CHEESE



Edited at 2012-04-25 06:29 pm (UTC)
barry_king
Apr. 25th, 2012 03:38 pm (UTC)
Aerated Cheese? I always suspected that swiss-with-holes had those bubbles put in on purpose. Is that what you mean?
asakiyume
Apr. 25th, 2012 03:43 pm (UTC)
I haven't the foggiest idea what my subconscious meant, but in real life people have injected brie with nitrous oxide to make it foamy.
barry_king
Apr. 25th, 2012 04:10 pm (UTC)
And that would make it highly inflammable, wouldn't it? You could do an instant fondue at the table. OPA!
asakiyume
Apr. 25th, 2012 03:47 pm (UTC)
Hmmm, though nitrous oxide is in the title, when you get to the actual article, it looks like the whole thing can be done with agar and locust bean gum... not that locust bean gum is much easier to come by than nitrous oxide. Anyway. A project for another day.
barry_king
Apr. 25th, 2012 04:11 pm (UTC)
[pats pockets] Damn! Where'd I put my locust bean gum?
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