If ghosts saw us tonight they would laugh or cry. Though I don't know, because I haven't seen them yet, I'd guess it would sound pretty much the same a wailing call a howl of animal humans. ex humans oversensitive but with no feelings whatsoever.

walking outside like outsiders, good, there are mounds and holes rectangular and white and black and grassy snow or stone or pebble nothing.

there's a spiral pulling me over into darkness of trees I had to stop to pee to retrieve myself, maybe. I'm not sure what this is but it is here,

your stop your eyes your seriousness

then on again, and we walk and make fun, perhaps this can be a new Stephen King or just a mere fist against the metal gate.

I remember thinking, it if there is such a thing as postmodern psychadelicy, (with no hallucination, no drunkness, no pot) then this must be it.