once, when i dreamt of being a magician's assistant and you were tonal and distant. then. there were diary entries and cold midnight baths. baker's chocolate. now, there are baking soda baths. vocal tones. the ache of life isn't so mysterious. cheap imitation stretch silk capes of discount superheroes. glitter-staged and hot lights. melted. once, when i dreamt of being something mysterious and strange. your top hat nightmare white rabbit. so