||[May. 16th, 2004|12:02 pm]
|||||telegram: today, infamy.||]|
|||||crown me king- dream of the lobster's heaven||]|
dreamt of streams of gingerbread coloured numbers last night- a hansel & gretel hacker, a faerietale artificial intelligence. i rode to the last battle in a carriage made from a pumpkin & carried a sword beaten from a plowshare. the walls inside the mouse drawn ride bled orange & seedy pulp. there were faces in the air made of black ash & smoke, swirling about each other like devil's tumble weed. i was having a jolly old time, drinking shots of some black liquor slowly. across from me, sitting on the black velvet seats of the carriage interior, was behemoth, that fiendish puss in boots.