dream_web moonshine A kinship to the cobwebs that are laid low among the hedges beside the harlot maidens warped head.. 001004 ... s.s.s. State Of My Dream_Web O what tangled webs we weave when first we practice to perceive that which beyond our logic lies and which in turn the heart belies. We fear to be what we've become and live in altered states of Numb; we seal at once with frantic key when inner true dares disagree-- If this is Limbo, wing me free; I'd rather roast in hellish glee! 001115 what's it to you? who go blather from