stupid lovecraft for knowing a little bit of the truth about colours. i wonder about howard phillip at times like these, when the blues creep up to the edge of the page. your bones haunt my dreams. the ossification of what we were. poetry into fossils. when you say nephilim & anakim i think zentraedi. sometimes i'm so coy i don't just wink, i blink. a full double barrel. oh the blue creeps up. but didn't you see my code clearance? i'm black to the gills. these landmines are my way of saying welcome to the neighborhood, neighbor. i've just about as many teeth as the entire ocean. the sea, where squid & eels dwell. some fish that live in caves don't have eyes.