Slipped slyly into a soft bit of Minkowski space to practice flying and majic. Was humming White Christmas to myself when the vibration overwelmed an airborn fragment of crystal and I made accidental contact with Nibiru. They say, 'All is well. You are missed. Send more poetry.' I said, 'We don't know how to send more poetry.' They said, 'Be limitless in dreams, when you say love - mean it, and dance sucka.'
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