October 31, 2001

  • My lust is lost in my own dream.


    There are spirits of spirits, you know.  And spirits of spirits of spirits, and on and on and on....


    There are ghosts who dream they die only to become  ghosts!  And there are just such merely dream ghosts who themselves dream of even more nether selves. 


    And on...and beyond. It's so gentle at it's final unravelment. Like a skeleton key turning in a bedroom door lock just before going to bed. And such dreams from which one never awakens.

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