fervent ye faithful

 whither you come from
  -or-
the magic eight-ball

i venture into something, it's a mind-blower, but i gotta keep it under wraps for j-rand.

see: i had envisioned a wry conversation/transcription that was intertwined. red-vines

and mr. pibb; chronicles.
 

adjacent antecedent (i.e. addendum): the spatial discrepencies had been a problem, but

the chronological shifting was downright vexing. first it was 2004, then 2007, then 2003,

the years and specific dream ramblings resemble a rorschach test; it's another brick in

the wall.
 

the wood desired chasing, and the family desired spaghetti. sorry, but my thoughts get

confused, like waves in the midnight surf. german balloon aka led zeppelin: it parks its

dreams @ ground zer0. eros may have called, but failed to identify himself, leading me

to this shell of thoughts. it could be an atkins of fiction.
 

outra-verted, a word i wordlessly think when i encounter 'yar.' i consider the rivulet to

my s(l)ide, but conclude she's w/ the tall man. i'm obviously hallucinating. the police

have arrived and i've simply said the word 'plant.'
 

realizing i had entered a house of mirrors and drugs, i texted j. still and nick s. they

were part of my cleaning crew in the mid 90's. i suddenly understand that i'm alone and sweating,

in a basement, no shaman. the disorientation slowly dissipates and my carb-stricken mind intuits 

the next phase may require an umbrella, inverted.