the_footprints Special K This afternoon the dream was a nightmare. At first it seemed pleasant; things were as they used to be, and together we came home to my house, entering through the back door and standing in the sunny yellow kitchen. But the walls were covered with dirty boot prints, mud tracked across the walls and the ceiling. Someone had been in the house while I was away, and trampled on the walls. How did they do it? What mindgame was this? I was so angry, and standing next to me he was calm, unmoved. "How about that," he said. His disinterest enraged me. Someone had broken into my home, vandalized it, and he had no reaction. I began to think I was imagining it, maybe it was my fault, that I had made the marks on the walls and had simply forgotten. Then the smoke detector caught my eye. The cover dangled from the unit, wires hung in tangles. The battery was gone. Stolen. THAT was the evidence I needed; I knew I was not imagining things. Someone wanted me to burn, I thought, and then it hit me... it was him. He had done this, he had walked on the walls and stolen the battery, and now with his indifference he was trying to keep me calm and unsuspecting. I was terrified, I couldn't let on that I knew – not while he was standing right there, and I could not defend myself. He grinned, and narrowed his eyes. I woke, shaking and ill. This is the new landscape inside my mind. This is why I am so troubled. 010802 ... enriquecito whoa. 010803 ... Special K Yeah. 010803 ... enriqueamoricito we'll talk , dude. i hope. in the meantime, i hope your allergies abate a little bti. 010805 ... enriquecito (british thermoimmunoglobin integers) 010805 ... Special K We talked. And I slept far better, despite my ills. 010805 ... NisterFukadelic and all those times that there was only one set of footprints in the sand that's when jesus was standing on my fucking head 010805 ... Casey That i find imprinted in my back after you walk all over me. 010805 what's it to you? who go blather from