Theme of last night's dreams: people browbeating, threatening, screaming, yelling, and otherwise demanding from me and my friends things that are manifestly impossible to give.

Needless to say, I did not sleep well at all.

Urgh.
I should like to point out though, that Indian food served on a steel tray is pretty damn awesome.
Time again for this.

"All the little angels rise up, rise up,
all the little angels rise up high!
How do they rise up, rise up, rise up,
How do they rise up, rise up high?
They rise heads up, heads up, heads up, they rise heads up, heads up high!

This is repeated with heads, arms, knees and finally arse up, to make way for the final pun:

All the little angels ascend up to Heaven
All the little angels ascend up on high
Which end up?
Ascend up
Which end up?
Ascend up
All the little angels ascend up on high."

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June 2010

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