The other day I had a dream I was bitten by a venomous snake. It left a feather at the bite mark. I was advised not to swallow as the venom would take hold if I did. Considering the poisonous relations with old PSK members and the apparent lightness of their defacement of my work I suppose I mentally considered their relations to my art and personal life. They are the snake in the grass biting unexpectantly. I can’t understand why I couldn’t see this coming. They are poisonous in every way.