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[dreamsoftreacle]

Come one, come all...come...behold....

Mysterious mysteries, odd oddities...treaclous treacle...mmm...

[The dormouse, sleeping curled up in his teacup, seems to forget what he was mumbling mid-message, stuck on the thought of sweet treacle. The feed doesn't cut out though and eventually he speaks up again.]

...Shameful shams...s'ppose people'll pay for anything. Even what can be seen...for free....

[Then, the post ends with soft snoring.]

Comments

[rosswood]

woah ease up on the ambien buddy
what awful tragedy is about to befall us now

[dreamsoftreacle]

[The dormouse lets out the tiniest little yawn and curls up more in his cup.]

Why? Did you have a bad...a dream? A nightmare...? ...something befell from...from the skies...

[rosswood]

i always have bad dreams
but there's nothing about mysterious mysteries or shameful shams that has me raring to find out what those will be you dig

[dreamsoftreacle]

Digging, digging...dig dig dig...

[He certainly digs now.]

...'s so much _work...

[rosswood]

if its so much work why bother doing it

[dreamsoftreacle]

Sleeps...sleep'd be boring otherwise...contrariwise...continentalwise...

[rosswood]

uh...huh.
well.
you sound like you need the sleep. so i'll leave you to it buddy.