Tuesday, August 23, 2005
This fellow quietly entered my home in the night. He hovered over my bed and breathed into my nose with two straws, one for each nostril, until I woke up. Strangely, I felt a lack of alarm as his eyeholes peered into mine. This morning I have breath of fire, a raging breath of stink and heat. I have already singed the fur of Krakow in multiple places while attempting to feed her. I heard once that soft-boiled eggs were absorbent of mouth hell - my next move is to stuff my mouth full.
I hope the day holds many more bold moves in store.