I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what reaches back

This is an odd one. I wanted to make a mix of demon lovers, so I wind up with a playlist that contains neither Sarah McLachlan nor Kate Bush—instead I've got Consonant, Jefferson Airplane, and My Favorite. Some of them are probably still too obvious. On the other hand, I had to filter out almost the complete works of PJ Harvey and Jill Tracy, who could furnish together a box set of love and other damnations. Really, I have a lot of demon lover songs. It's not intentional.

( Into the sea, you and me. )

I'm going to bed. All bets are off on what I dream of.