This is the path behind my house that goes through my Avatar Forest in the Dreaming of the Dreams. I am not being disingenuous. The dreaming of the dreams is a term taken from what trips through this woods or any woods’ currents of horizons from your asshole to your slideshow. Everything is sex. Everything. We are the doomed peyote dreamers on the desert bus to Scottsdale Acres and Water Preserve in the Walmart Arizona desert. Where there is no water unless you steal it from the Colorado river. That he should weep for this. For what. For a harmless but necesary cat. With a big balls smile that says: why are you here. Why are you here.