"Beautiful ......"

I am the shadow
You tell yourself you didn't see
The nightmare
That you pray was only a dream
I am the demon
You always thought could never be
The whisper
That makes you wish that you could scream


You're not afraid of the dark, are you?

Mother Earth, the pervert. Or is it just me?

Have you ever noticed that you feel certain emotions in specific qeographical locations? I mean, how you can go out to a certain place in the park, you can always feel at peace, or how you can never quite feel alone in a friend's basement?

There is a place on my usual route home from school that is infused with perversion and bad jokes. Whenever Jiggy and I walk home, we always pass a spot by Signal Road, where a stream passes under the road through a huge metal pipe. It goes out into a lightly forested area between a lot and a residential area.

Whenever we walk by, we say a phrase that doesn't come out quite right, or make a harmless comment that is taken very _very_ wrong. This has happened way too many times to be just a coincidence.

I have a few theories:
Perhaps the large metal pipe with water coming out of it is just a symbol, and our brain subconciously interprets it automatically, responding with like thoughts.
Maybe there's a bunch of bored dryads and nymphs that are just taking their frustration over the extended winter out on a few hapless passerby (Spring Fever magnification).

Or, maybe Jiggy and I just have way too much sex on the brain.

>.<; ooooh..... I did it again. And I'm not even close to Signal Road! ......eep.