i got a fucking voice mail message today from a dead girl. mostly just static but i'm pretty sure from the sound of her voice that she was standing in a large, empty place. in my father's house there are many rooms,dig, ergo she's lost in heaven. the message, generously unintelligable, mentioned something about toadstools, i think; something about silos with pregnant missiles humming in their berths. one of those fairyland commits atrocity sort of bubbles, skin translucent & shimmering- you could see right through to the other side.