"Oh my Sisyphus!"

It was a strange night.
In my sleepiness before I slept, I was standing in a circle and joining hands with Robin Williams and Che Guevera who was a black and white caricature and my mother. As in, my blood mother who gave birth to me. We were at a playground where I used to hang out after school when I was like around 10 years old.

Then from out of somewhere, a little fairy who looked like Salvatore Dali somewhat, popped out and flew to around our heads.

He yelled,
"Oh my Sisyphus!" To Robin Williams, in his face.
"Oh my Sisyphus!" To Che Guevera the caricature, into his ear.
"Oh my Sisyphus!" To my mother, in her face.
"OH my Sisyphus!" To me, in my face.

My mother asked me, "yi de gong simi?"
that's hokkien for "他在说什么？"
meaning, "he saying what?".

I replied, "yi ai wa lang buay suay sa hun hor yi"
that's hokkien for "他要我们买洗衣粉给他。"

My mother said, "gio yi khe hong gan."

And all the ang mohs didn't know what we were talking about.

(sneak.)