because gee, the next few weeks will be a hybrid (oh yes, j.'s favoooorite word) of various conceptual and spiritual persuasions, i can only assure you even i didn't see it coming but boy am i glad it did never mind the casualties, you know, hangers-on, hesitations dangling like flesh from a hyena's seething mouth, and fuck breathing dragons - oh wait, a thousand apologies to the dear dragons, the mark of my chinese map, i meant a different sort of dragon and so i must slay them (even if slaying was never my way) if only because the object, the aim calls for the method ooh, the kill must be sweet but do not rest for the rest is to come if only because coming from a lonely place the hallowed path beckons never mind termites in the head, never mind hardening concrete in my lungs, on my chest, i don't see where they're being spewed from, i don't know where they're headed, but i don't see it now, i don't feel it now