Stream of consciousness.

[Dill]

He spots me, the wolf in designer clothing. I try to escape, but to no success. Instead, I am captured in his itchy grasp as he batters me with suggestions. I am destined for this terrible dream. It was ruined, tarnished, and I have nowhere to go.

I result with nothing. Only darkness. Awake. At 3:00 AM. What little potential was handed to me slowly fades away.

[Silverhawk79]

ITT: Bad acid trips. :B