My mind has been too busy to let me sleep. My unconscious is growing fleurs du mal. I had a dream of a man who ate himself to death, because he had lost his wife. He ate himself to death by cooking all of her favorite foods and eating them every night, including a whole chocolate cake. He grew a head the size of a boat, in the shape of a bread loaf, and then he died. His wife died when they went on a melancholy walk on the beach. She weighed 300 pounds. The surf caught her by the ankles and tossed her about. She was too fat to help herself get on her feet and she was too heavy for her husband to save her. So she drowned in the shallow end.
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