the narcotic sex scent of elderberry mixed with absinthe, the strange impulsive flesh machinery, biological chemical but mostly neurological my impulse engine is throbbing captain.
i am orbiting a galaxy of desire. my thrusters are firing, penetrating new frontiers in pornographic details. 
the slow motion, fast action like a machine with it's over riding program, hacked and fire-walled, there's blood on the tracks, slaughter in the air. someone else inside me, someone could get skinned. 
how? 
my my, i just can't say know. 
i'm the beauty, she's the beast. 
night time, unreal time. i figure it all when i'm laying on the bed staring at the ceiling. it reminds me of my grandmothers home, high ceilings with some sort of intricate pattern blended into the design. 
for a while i just gaze at it thinking it is wooden and then painted over but i'm informed by my friend it's tin. and as she say's the word tin, she adds, faraday, which i mistake as far away. far away cage.
she's very smart, angelica, an old soul.
the strange thing about the cottage is we went for a walk, we started out early looking for a pizza place, but quickly became lost even though we knew we were only very close to the cottage. the more we walked the stranger the whole experience became, as every time we looked up, there were the same street names. two different ones. i suggested we find the main street and retrace our steps but we never got there, instead we just walked and walked in strange loops. 
i found a two dollar coin, i gave it to her. 
she found a two dollar coin and she gave it to me. 
when we got back to the cottage and the room we drunk two bottles of water each and smoked some weed.
conversations started in one place and spun in strange patterns and trajectories, i was spellbound by two things, the energy and the intellect, but there was a power in her mind i liked. 
we stayed in the far away cage until morning. 
when we departed and went our seperate ways i slipped into the other dimension, and it seemed so ordinary.