BrinyMarin

    As they reenter the atmosphere they begin to shake apart, burning up.  She says, 'It's hot, I am hot, it is very hot...'    They die in a burning delirium.  And still we send more. The translation of a supposed crash-- five...four...three ...two...one...one two...three...four...five... come in... come in... come in... LISTEN...LISTEN! ...COME IN! COME IN... COME IN... TALK TO ME! TALK TO ME!... I AM HOT!... I AM HOT! WHAT?... FORTYFIVE?... WHAT?... FORTYFIVE?... FIFTY?... YES...YES...YES... BREATHING... BREATHING... OXYGEN... OXYGEN... I AM HOT... (THIS) ISN'T THIS DANGEROUS?... IT'S ALL... ISN'T THIS DANGEROUS?... IT'S AL

    You're looking at me....    How well do you know yourself?  When we dream at night, our minds run scenarios in which there are other persons- persons we don't control, at least not consciously.  What is a nightmare, what is its purpose?  If you can frighten yourself with spooky musings, then there must be shadows for those spooks to hide inside of.  The more complexity there is to one's mind, the more dark, shadowy, unknowable spaces there are.  As we build our inner worlds, the structures our fantasies create cast shadows and make dark crevices for our fearful parts to grow and proliferate, like white mushrooms blooming in a lightless

    It occurs to me that some time has passed since I last filed a report.  My status: Hungover.  Partially dressed.  Soaked in a liquid which, judging from its smell, is the remains of a large bottle of tequila.  My motel room contains no trace of the package I was meant to deliver- I do, however, have a receipt of delivery.    Other new features in my environment include a donkey, a locked suitcase with a severed arm handcuffed to it, a badly hungover mariachi band, and a palette of Pixy Stix.  It's the mariachi band that troubles me most.  Where did they come from?  What kinds of unsavory deeds have they witnessed?  Are they connected to