October 3, 1984

The Origin of All Dreams Was Not a Dream.

I was six years old. The succubus entered my bedroom from an open window, ripped away my blue Star Wars sheets, and tried to feast on my undeveloped genitals. She wanted to castrate me and hence stop the passage of semen up my spinal cord into my brain, which is an integral developmental process of the insane genius. I might have perished, had not a Fraggle warned me of her coming in a dream the previous night. I had prepared a straw filled with pepper, and I blew it into her horrible sticky green face. She recoiled, and screamed. The next night she returned, and spat acid menses at me, which burned my tender neck. She said, in a frighteningly tinny voice, “From henceforth, you will desire me, child. For I am succubus. I am the Force of Complete Horror and Total Annihilation of Genius also known as FCHTAG [fuk-tag]. I will impede your rise to power. I will castrate and destroy you. I will leave you to die in the garden like a turd. And you will never know what it means to love – except your mother. For I, succubus, structure your desire.