last night, hanging on to the edge of the bed (meted out justice on jenny's part, i suppose), i had these themes all a-buzz in my skull. my mind is the desert the hydra's teeth are sown into. i don't even want to go into it; hands awhirl like chain saws, actual gingerbread houses, a host of people from high school showing up while i hung from the ceiling like a bat. dramatically getting a "game over" by shooting the BEAST chasing after my mecha. all these shady dreams, like a saturday morning cartoon special, leaving me beached finally on the shores of the waking world. i think i dreamed too a kiss on the forehead from my girlfriend. it sucks to have to assume that it never happened.