I've been having Propane Nightmares and Visions about a Showdown with the Midnight Runner somewhere Out Here on Another Planet, a Plastic World that's Through The Loop.

There's no other Sounds of Life.

We're at The Terminal when he says, Fasten Your Seatbelt, it will be Different on The Other Side.

We Slam through 9'000 Miles of Granite but everything is Still Grey.

Then suddenly, as if everything else was a mere Prelude I see a Girl in the Fire. A Mutiny begins as The Tempest commands his Tarantula. It's a trap, rapidly my Blood Sugar increases, everything is in a Streamline contortion.

Hold Your Colour.