2014-10-31 - 7:21 p.m.

I feel tonight far-flung, into mayhem, into magic, into superstition. And I feel that nothing I can do tonight is wrong. Like I can blast like a rocket destroying every organic thing I come across. Or not. Like rainwater I can seep into your consciousness. I can believe in ghosts for one night, maybe. Or maybe they exist.

Tonight I feel far-flung and full of madness, so that sad I can no longer meander tonight.