Ok how bout first a bit of 'power of suggestion'? I need coffee. Need isn't even the right word. My entire dead form is composed of a zillion little hungry cells that lay dormant waiting for that gushing river of black nectar to come thunding down along all the streets and alleys.. and flood every possible inch of the landscape. Those dead little cells will then react in unpredictable ways when those luscious drops soak inside. Some will squirm and simply hum, some might pop and crackle.. and some will break free and cause all sorts of havoc. Kinda like the creature they reside within. Ah but first.. I gotta break free of my very snug coffin and actually make this lovely little dream become reality. *yawns* Soon. After I finish fingerpainting the inside lid.