pb

i often dream i have and use telekinesis. at least once a week i awake from a full night's sleep comprised of opening doors, beers and enemies' bodies with the invisible steel fingers of my mind. this ain't your run-of-the-mill masturbatory Jedi-worship and it ain't your daddy's Nailed God loaves-and-fish type shit (though the latter is more appropriately known as transmutation). it's the rated-R mind-of-crawling-strangeness danger-to-the-dimension power, kind of a terrible and amoral force of non-nature, feeding itself on the fears and peon-worship of the proletariat.

i'll wear your panties and small intestine as a hat as the contents of your skull is blown to atoms by my hot, sexy, wonderful mindflaying power, baby. behave.

then i awake for my bagel with coffee and feel just fine.

-pb