and now it is autumn. and i wake with the memory of a dream of dreams of haunted cruise ships, zombies, my ex-brother-in-law, sex with the virgin mary in joseph's woodshop. dreams of death machines manned by carrot men crushing daisies. and lindsey lohan.
the cold wind is here and it pushes the trees that flash with the sun. and i am angry and hopeless this morning. time for a moutaindewski.