stingrays and spiked worms...

...were creatures i dreamed about the other night. swam together in some indistinguishable sea. the stingrays floated like jumbo jet-liners atop the sea's surface. i could see blood swirling through their tranlucent wings, paper-thin enough for the sunlight to seep through them. now the spiked worms were invisible to the human eye. head and tail coiled together like an ouroboros, these worms settled over your wrists like bracelets, only for steel spikes to explode out of their bodies and directly inward into your flesh. difficult to wake up from this one.

there's a boy

and he uses words like "enamored," "suitor," "jouissance." he regularly quotes keats, wants his remains to be blast into outer space when he dies, and comes over with dog treats for lola. we giggled our way through a (bloody) stage-version of titus andronicus, especially the human pot pie scene. on friday we're going camping...in his backyard. pitching a tent, reading with a flashlight.

o, doth he make me woozy?
aye.