8247. THE NIGHT

THE NIGHT

I generally don't tell people

how I'm feeling, because,

generally I'm not feeling.

Anything. At. All. It's a 

pose, I suppose. Like an

Andy Warhol Chinese

general in pajamas at 

the foot of the bed.

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Have you heard the one 

about the guy who goes to 

sleep and just refuses to wake

up because he swears he's 

dreaming life and doesn't want

it to end, just in case he's not?

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Now there's a conundrum for you.

Like me, one time I went somewhere

and, after I got there, I went inside, for

like 40 minutes, but had forgotten to

turn off the car. This is true. I was 

looking everywhere for the keys.

Then I neared the car, to peer in

and see if I'd left them in the ignition,

and I thought to myself, feeling the

warmth of the car, 'hmmm, this car's 

throwing a lot of heat.' And then I

got alongside it, and realized it was

running. Wow, what a feeling was that.

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You see that one above, about the 

sleeping guy? There's a trick to that

sentence I hope you got. He doesn't want

to wake, 'cause if he is then he's not.

But if he's not, then he is?

Or. Something.

Like. That.