Everything is as I see it... my interpretations shape reality and all of you are nothing more or less than my interpretation of you. You are represented by the traits that I have recognized in you and you conform exactly to the template that my mind has produced for you.

You are all my children.

You are all my creations.

You are all my horrors and nightmares.

You are all my dreams.

allrightythen.

INSATIABLE said:

You, for instance, are a lady with blonde hair and large... eyes.

Ice, how's it going?

I'm not real?

StanleyApplebaum said:

Wow! Is this, like, my horoscope? Fur shur!
.

teller said:

You are as real as I think you are... you do as I believe you do...

Repeat after me:

Surf's up, dude!

nickandmon said:

You, for instance, masturbate frequently... I sense that you miss your wife and have a hell of a bill for cocoa butter.

StanleyApplebaum said:

teller said:

As some have been known to say... "cowabunga!"

StanleyApplebaum said:

teller said:

I see some cool buds and tasty waves in your future... my senses rule your reality.

Surf.

StanleyApplebaum said:

Goddamnit, make this surfboard and beach go away and put me back in my house with my coffee!

teller said:

Your wish was dictated by my desire for you to have coffee, therefore you will now find yourself back in your house with a steaming cup of coffee, as this is my will.

Surf's down, dude!

StanleyApplebaum said:

whew!

Were you listening...or were you looking at the woman in the red dress?

BorisFishpaw said:

Case in point, you are currently sitting in a high-backed chair with a doberman pinscher to your right side... you are looking into the flames rising from the fire in your busted television tube and dreaming of growing wings and flying to the sun like Iccarus, only to land in the seas and return to shore, reborn as a pup seal.

StanleyApplebaum said:

Fuckin' uncanny!
(though it's not a doberman pinscher, it's an asthma hound chihuahua)

BorisFishpaw said:

It is only an asthma hound chihuahua now because I have decided that it must be so.

Whatever turns your crank

StanleyApplebaum said:

I guess your mortal guise in this reality, as an editor,
is a good analogy of your true role as an editor of reality.

luv4u said:

You are currently bending forward... your yellow blouse falls open and the light shines in to show a thin gold chain with a heart-shaped pendant at the end... you have never shown anyone what is inside the pendant.

BorisFishpaw said:

You are correct in that I have believed you to be so.

StanleyApplebaum said:

Because there is a naked picture of my sweetie. I don't have a yellow blouse and I don't plan on sharing my boobs with you.

If we're all Stanley's dream...

Who is Kelly LeBrock?

and who's Freddy Kreuger?

luv4u said:

Your breasts are non-existent, as I have not formed a conception of them.

BorisFishpaw said:

And Englebert Humperdink, and Richard Simmons?!

BorisFishpaw said:

Who do you believe them to be?

INSATIABLE said:

Englebert Humperdink and Richard Simmons are extant projections of the horrors of human nightmares as perceived by an insect upon awakening from a dream of pommegranites in the warm summer sun.

StanleyApplebaum said:

Then form a conception of them. My boobs are still there. Look hard, look reeeaallly hard.