A quick note before bed....

[oneirophrenia]

Let me tell you, driving home from Pittsburgh on big, ol' empty Route 43 at 1:30 am on a Sunday night, listening to Oneiroid Psychosis' Dreams (With Pollutions When Virile) is a seriously, seriously creepy experience. Lone car...middle of the night...middle of the nowhere, surrounded in the dark beyond the acrid halogen streetlamps by all manner of sparkly lights and random stars...listening to an 8-minute song that ends on the note "You're starting to die, and so am I"...CREEPY. Period.

Much to tell, later...but that's all I've the energy to scribble out before my forehead hits the keyboard and cartoon Z's begin to bubble up about my head.