words, this year: "Man, o man, little you, dream, and when you dream:
dream of me. And when you wake look at me - take a good long look.
You will see an enemy now. Yes, I was your friend , but now I am your
enemy.You made it so. You hurt me and I am angry. You drain my resources,
abuse me, scorn my hospitality and I have had enough. If you are ignorant
enough to commit mass sauced, no point in letting you take me with
you. So either change or get off.
recently dreamt of you. In my dream I let go of gravity - I was angry
and it seemed the simplest way to get rid of you. You're killing me,
you know? In my dream I awoke in time to call the animals back. I
called you too but you were singing your way through space, something
about rapture. Silly you. Can't say I won't miss you, can't say I
will either: the friend you nearly slew.
sometimes ask myself what went wrong. I think you thought I was Budist,
and you walked all over me. When I first gave you leave to share my
bounty you believed you belonged to me; as indeed. Now you feel I
belong to you.
I will close my eyes and count to ten. If you change you can stay."