"it is the first time i can remember dreaming something inconsequential in a while. no stress, no exploring, no mission that i remember. and that was nice, because as soon as i awoke the  mission: impossible music begins to bump in my mind. suspense and tension and i am On An Assignment and everything is pressing with stress... with thoughts of him, thoughts of him, thoughts of him, thoughts of him... or of better men. always men. why men? i don't even like them, on thе whole. just as a concept.

in some othеr dream numbers have dwindled. and that's okay, because i can do a lot with a little. i can do a lot... i can do a lot with a little. stop letting him dick you around. you wouldn't even let him dick you down.

there's no more desire, no more desire in me. there's no more desire in me to be made a fool. no want, no want... no want to be a fool for love.

the dream, the boulder, rolled away from the tomb of my heart, and i'm breathing clean air again for the first time since... you know, the first time. it is not embarrassing just because something ends. it's not a moral failure, it's not ultimately the end of anything 'cause nothing ever ends, really...

not everything is a message to you. it's a message for me. stop decoding, it's not for you. the feelings, what i'm singing... let me feel in peace.

i lost a lot...

i get to keep one thing."

一 assignment, POWER SNATCH