i can clearly remember a dream from the other night
where i was married to audrey tautou.
i could speak french,
and she could endure me.
when i woke up i could no longer speak french, and
laying beside me was just a book written by some
art history doofus.
tonight, i am going to read some more of that garbage
in hopes that it will induce another make-believe
yet memorable marriage to someone out of my league.
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