Apparently I had another talkative night after I went to sleep on Sunday. I have it on good authority that I said, “There’s lots of twinkles. Twinkles in the individual sky.”
A short time later, I said, “Stupid, stupider, stupidest.”
E.S. points out that I now have titles for my next two books.
Twinkle. Or maybe Twinkie?
I think the people around you are intentionally making you paranoid.
I think he meant (for the first) Twinkles in the Individual Sky.
Be careful with those, though… you may be limiting your horizons with such titles. The first sounds like a new-age self-help book, and the second like an account through personal essay of descent into madness.
Or at least chapter titles.
You really should set a tape recorder by your bed at night.
After the sex, that is.
I am disturbed that you do not use proper grammar in your sleep, Faustus. My image of you is completely destroyed.
initials: The obvious solution then is to make the first an account through personal essay of descent into madness and the second a New Age self-help book.
Houston: Hmm. You’re probably right, but the only way I’ll know is if I do as Jeff suggests.
Jeff: I keep meaning to, but I have yet to find a voice-activated digital recorder. I’m sure they exist, I just haven’t looked for them yet.
Rkkggg: The subject-verb disagreement clearly means that I was composing a poem–a Howl for the 21st century–and dealing heavily in irony.
My ex always threatened to tape my nocturnal ramblings.
Apparently I have a quite adventurous dream life, and like to yell.
I think Twinkles In The Individual Sky is a great title, by the way!