[Darkstar]

At night the blue ocean calls me. The sandy paths that my dream-feet tread are already soggy.

There is no beach where I live. Sunshine is more available to an outdoor plant than to me.
I'd do it all the same though...to live as I have lived life. Even as I live, I know I will sleep. Sleeping, I will dream...

That house. The red house on top of the hill. Forever will you call me? Not to be found in waking light?
I used to invade that house. Only before the ghosts who were my friends scared me. Now, I just absorb that house. Into my dreams, into my nightly being, and now because of this, into my waking being. I carefully sneeze off any remains of that dread.

!,00- miniature houses in a row, side by side, doorstop to doorstop. These hillsides never retreat it seems...they only fade off into the fog.
I know they're still there. Moldy, Mildewy, slippery with the breath of God. Unto these leaves of grass I leave unto you my legacy...these slippery slopes of mud.

These days I'd chew on a dog toy if it would make me feel any better. The tension is electric. SHOCK . Static discharge around my television and my halloween stardust. I'd rub my head on a baloon for you...only I don't have a ballon. I keep forgettting to buy one.



Jesus. I need a balloon.