This morning i wake up with the image in my eyes of a woman made of fire,
with three heads, and each heads was spitting fire and she was in the middle
oF a vortex of fire. She was the queen of an odd society and she was creating
new lands for her people. While her son, little and black, was running a sacrifice,
the sacrified one was a little and black girl, very formousus, scare and shy,
i never saw her eyes, but i saw her loong brown hairs while the servants of
the little guy were cleaning her to take away all the death flyes from her
head.
