Today is the day of crocodiles. It's a day of green scales and many teeth. But I had a very good dream last night-- not a dream so good it hurt to wake from it, but one that's just... good. An opportune dream. I rather needed something of the sort, to counteract the bad dream of being awake at all. Those too shall pass, with the aid of claws and of the Cantonese Opera. And black velvet pants. And yes.

Falconman thinks he's nearly got it maybe. Maybe...

tomorrow.

<<agé chose>>

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