You gotta snake in ya pants? Dance!

My mother and I are walking along a paved trail in a rural area without season. When we take a turn, my perspective changes entirely and so does Mum. She's now Molly. Molly and I squat in the trail. There are a few faceless people watching. I sit on a pile of rocks, which gradually falls apart until finally I feel skin on my ankle. I look at the pile and turns out to be a grotesque, slimed-out snake whose skin has the consistency of a sloppily glazed doughnut. I try to move quickly, but my legs have trouble getting started. I finally get about six feet away from it and lean up against a rickety fence. The snake hauls ass in my direction and climbs up into my pants.

Simian Rivendell

Imagine riding a horse through deciduous mountain terrain when the leaves have turned to orange and gold as the sky has in its crepuscule. Now imagine thinking this is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. Now imagine gorillas plumbumming out of the woods downhill, then thinking "Wow, this is a once in a lifetime experience." Now imagine one of those gorillas mauling you, and waking up.

(taped together like fringe)

"you were in my dream last night. you lived in a sprawling seventies ranch-style house, dark wood and wall-size windows. i had crashed on your couch and you took me to work in the morning. when we went outside it was sunny and snowing. we drove down park ave. and saw about four horrible car accidents, which i was perturbed by but didn't seem to faze you. i was holding a shrimp salad and you kept looking down at it, finally saying, "it's so pink! way pinker than that orangey-red color of that shrimp," pointing over at a little kid dressed in a full-body shrimp costume. there must have been some sort of costumed little league game that had just finished, because groups of kids were walking home dressed like shrimp, pocahontas, and pixie stix (thousands of pixie sticks taped together like fringe). i commented on the car accidents and you said, "well, i think the big motorcycle crash over by the locksmith building was just a publicity stunt." i had to concur."

Sarah Levine

cheese jello

Jayson Black, and a combination of strangers that he embodies, and I are on our way to some small bayou town in Louisianna. We have a lot of trouble finding our way there because the roads are mapped for us on a napkin as a knotty oak tree. When we arrive, my father is the only person I recognize. Jason has even turned into someone I don't know. The party has an ala carte, self-service Thanksgiving feel. The Jello has, I think, cream cheese on it.

these arms know not what they do

A friend is getting married. All of my friends and family are going to the wedding, but none of us know what time it starts. We gather somewhere profane before the ceremony and worry that we are late, that we have missed the vows, but that the bride and groom will surely understand. We can't be the only ones who made that mistake. The wedding never happens.

My consciousness floats above my body, which is flirting with a foreign girl. I want to stop because she is not Aysenur, but the body obeys not. Forgive these arms, Lord, for they know not what they do.

metronome gasps

In a dark cafe or restaurant, Ahmet asks me how I like my Snickers bar. I tell him there must be something wrong with my head because I can't remember eating it, despite it's wrapper glaring back at me from the palm of my hand. My consciousness floats above my body, which is on the white-and-black-tiled floor, choking Aysenur. She doesn't seem to mind. She might even enjoy it. I want to stop, but can't, and it reminds me of when Neil socked Ryan when he dreamed a dark spirit-figure had flown into their bed and her body. I wake up, a gasping metronome my heart.