Threnody My controller? What an odd thing to say. Who controls YOU, sir? I feel myself a free agent.

Still and all, now that we have two doses of lucid-dreaming juice, I am thinking about trying some, true. However, perhaps that should wait until we're out of the tropical storm, hey?

I try to find the prince, or help Azoth find the oracle-lady, I suppose.  ¶ 4:10 AM