We must
we must
we must
increase our bust!

And so it seems, that the internet is a fumbley creepy creature and there are lots of breathing swimmers that are reading here. More than I'd ever expected. Swimmers that I happen to know in the real world. And so there I was, vulnerable. I got scared. I locked it.

But now!
I've decided to come back.

Hello.

"I come
not to dandle it on my knee
like a retarded child
with beautiful eyes"

Today I was thinking, and I am more of an oak tree than anything else, in my case a short one, and you are too. It's not until we age that we can see lots and lots of tree rings wrapped around our face, when gravity pulls parts of us downwards.

I was sprawled out on the porch with my teeth hanging out, my book open on my knee and I saw miles and miles of bricks, minimal corners on buildings, smog foaming up around the lake and bubbling like arterial blood. It's so weird, how inhuman parts of our world are, how we created them. The difference between paper and plastic! So much difference! But such a casual question. Such an easy answer.

In my dream last night, I was in Bath again, where I'd been when I was fourteen with a toffee stick in my ice cream standing over the hot springs. But I had photographs and the opening to Bath was the front of a huge cathedral in off whites, ambers and it looked animated, film, like the picture could bend and stretch where I looked. Large European architecture like the huge hollow things on pipe organs.

I have to burn my lamb-snout-point right below my knee with Moxa, it feels good to the super frozen in China.

And hey, I probably love you a lot if you're honest
and your spirits are usually
so high.

Bye!