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He was pacing like he usually does but added the new lucid dream to his excursion. The bird bit his ear - it was trying to communicate something, but all he could aknowledge was his annoyance and the clock tick tick ticking.
No, he realized, he was not the man he proclaimed to be - everything was crashing in, "Oh what the flying....everything, where is humanity, oh, is this my gothic sunset or am i morphing into a crumb, a crumb a crumb....life - just a pile of crumbs....was. is, oh....ahhhheeduuuuughghghh...." he sobbed so violently his top button popped off and cracked the window,  he stood at the mirror red-faced, was he hyperventilating? Only he knew for sure.  Or did he? Does anyone ever know? Did it matter then? Does it matter now? Is someone at the door downstairs? "....please someone, please for god's sake, please get the damn door...I'm in the middle of something big....". He was of course brought up to be be polite with an ever so killing perforated edge of sarcasrm, the product of his environment.....anyway....you actually read this - now go into your kitchen cupboard and grab the smallest box you can find and read the ingrdients of the contents - well go on....what are you waiting for? Please stand by for further instructions.