Conjuration
I found this gold Zippo infested with fire ants half buried at the base of an upturned tree. I keep it fueled and close as it seemed a token from the luck Gods.
My dreams have taken new form since I breeched the invisible wall. The textures are more real, the emotions more genuine. A Trickster draws thought and foresight from my mind.
The other night the final part of my slumber I was pinning a cop to the grass. the scene was right out of Watership Down when the farm cat pinned Hazel and recited the taunt Hazel had given the time before. "Can you Run?" Cat claws prick dents in the rabbits flesh. "I think not". Hazel tries to kick free "I think not".
Disturbed in Reflection,
A.D.
My dreams have taken new form since I breeched the invisible wall. The textures are more real, the emotions more genuine. A Trickster draws thought and foresight from my mind.
The other night the final part of my slumber I was pinning a cop to the grass. the scene was right out of Watership Down when the farm cat pinned Hazel and recited the taunt Hazel had given the time before. "Can you Run?" Cat claws prick dents in the rabbits flesh. "I think not". Hazel tries to kick free "I think not".
Disturbed in Reflection,
A.D.