The Lady In The Desert.

While I lay dreaming, I stood in a white desert in its night, waves of sand flowed out in all directions like an ocean. The stars were so numerous and bright you could see their refections on the sand. Out of the dunes strode a woman. She was as tall as a tree, she had skin like tar and hair like great black caterpillars flowing out of her scalp. Her clothes were made out of dead animals, and her eyes were made out of contempt and deep dark sadness. And from her great round lips in a deep lady voice she said to me,

"I HOPE YOU KNOWS WHAT YOU'RE DOING BOY.

MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL."