A sunny day in California, about noon, time for school to end, and kids about to come out loud, all over the main streets, wanting to get back to their mama. Wanting daddy and lunch, some TV along all of that love, and home pride. Toys and computer games. Load of teenage idols and girls, posters and magazines. Fair weather, and pretty faced my local TV stations online. But even as all of this breaks into the world, we are all aware, even subconsciously, that we are being watch, we are not alone, and that time is indeed gaining on us, do I trust my moms advice, or believe whatever I want to believe. Only in my dreams, or wahems, the unholy, dirty, prostitute psychic making satanic verses gestures indulgences about me. Only after so many years I come of age, and start believing in myself, that indeed I’ve been alone all my life, that was the unholy, lure, the day dream. I must start from scratch, learn to walk, write and read. Starting thinking on my own. Pick up skills and face confront that nightmare, that lure. Put them out once and for all, or die trying, not be afraid anymore.