the full moon lulu. last night it was swallowed in fog. i dreamed of dogs and human rights and wrongs. mom called saying she had a call from amber elder and june somers related to the summer solstice and defeating the obsidian elder. they said take in all your ice spells to defeat him. said replay, game play, deeptown, battle king. when tony called back asking what they want they said none of your fucking business. i don't know what's real. i know, or solidly imagine, i'm corporeal, but outside of that, it seems like everything conspires in some way, some form. maybe the forms are forms of illusion. they're digging the wetland across the street, making new replacement land. playground land, land of replacement.