2003-11-07 - 1:22 a.m.
A girl can see into the future. Yes you can, I say. She sees her bedsheets of the future, and on them, the blood of herself and her lover along with the corpses themselves, the man still atop her. You're going to kill me, she says. Yes, says I, but it's only one possbility.
I don't want to get up! He doesn't want to get up. Is he up yet? We'll soon find out, soon as this giant crashes through his door. Which proceeds to happen. And yes it sure does wake me up... But I don't have to like it.
