Sunday, May 20, 2007


It was a dream and it wasn't a dream. Green skin. Slit pupils. A voice - no, more a yearning calling him on. Go forward. Go forward. Meet with destiny. Meet the one who is calling - or is it the ones who call? Like being trapped in a fog. Not knowing - yet a feeling of imminent knowledge. Deep knowledge, yet for the meantime hidden. Feelings, feelings of dampness, clamminess. Shiny, scaly skins and a siren call. Mark awoke.

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