still hanging over me, huh? haunting fucking dreams from last night. big bad wolves, the old kind, the kind that rolls me over & licks my fur with shark-skin tongues. falling down sand: doesn't sound so bad but it is. pressure sensors in the shooting gallery. disjoints & warped memory don't hang together to make it into sense but i was drowning. still kind of am, just planks & sails remaining on the surface after a big wreck. nobody says "fear not" at the parties i get invited to. glow worm & mask. but i was me in them, which is what i strive for. gutsick o'caeli. still squinting at the walls. going to be a lovely fucking day, ain't it? black hawks in the sky.