a wedding, a job interview, a weekend break. these are the pipeline issues. the first i can't avoid, the second i must achieve and the third is all i want.

i careen cars into the stupid earth and plough roundabout adrenaline screech. witness the horrible murder of a dead skull all smashed teeth splinter shards and screaming. and spread an inferno angry flame attack up my arm spinning wildly in the night.

it makes sense to mingle the sounds of nature with the desperate cries of electric pain. why not involve our asian brothers and our favourite art on top of the mashed expression? infant wisdom and ageweary speech belong as much as the passing car and the poetic hoot of an owl.

orb spiders and bumblebees. mutant ladybird strains. horsenut disease. thick rains and weather beaten trees. swirling winds ripping gold leaves. and still the fungus grows.

sweating discomfort brainsac attack in my sleep so that i am the split personality that butchers your friends. my straw hair proof of the nocturnal struggle my skin alert to the new day calm that resides in this dreary murk.

smoke and mirrors, a slideshow, something in the shadows.

like this dumb kitten i too revel in the nature of curiosity, and find small pleasures in hot milk and scratching claws into fine things. definately needy but desperate not to show it.

vulnerable, scared, hunted, . .. like sitting ducks. the silence of heavy breathing. the rising torture of the unknown. a stretch of thought a thousand miles long. endless possibilities. pessimism and paranoia. a simple carpark drenched in the fullmoon's silver light.