someone who isnt me is peeking out from a haunted house running away to itself in the distance. born in a garbage dump with couch spring for a stomach and a cat for a brain. the Trickster sneers, "can i ever truly know thyself?" do you recognize your shadow? waves stealing sand on the psychic shoreline lives in a garbage dump still. like a spider weirding on its wet web, dragging metal through an alley. crying like the wind phantasm!