Listening to an acoustic mix as I laid in bed with the lights off and my eyes closed. Ideas rushed through my mind as I pulled the most interesting and absurd from the never ending line that runs into infinity.

A white cockatoo as the incarnate of death— the wandering reaper.

A roving set of lambent eyes that travel across forests (as a wolf spirit). Moves in a pair.

A chalk crusher and his dentist friend.

A grumpier of runes left in a beat up airstream parked behind a hipster cafe.

A man with cotton candy wings who relies on licorice ropes to save himself from falling off a carnival ride.

A beer brewer contesting a high school hockey game and the price of kettle corn.

Clouds with faces and actual teeth.