>I thought of many things yesterday, like the Viking bed, and… some stuff I wrote down. It’s all secret, so I can’t post a thing until it’s all copywritten(?) copywrited? copyritten? Dunno but this is just smooge: A woman and a man of a polka-dotted sort ran into a field field. For miles they looked out on the sky which was crimson, hued with the beautiful goo from the beautiful tree. It was a shimmering goo – liquid that flowed like smoke, but yet was hard like glass. It formed an semi-transparent barrier, seeming to protect what it bathed in…