fudge, i've been neglecting you. i've been playing the negative creep or whatever. cheer up, ol' chap.
yes i'm stuck at home, and this revelation occurs to me that i ought to hop on line. na dher e jjshgoes!
weed... weed..... bowie...low .... pssss.
writing makes the grisly pictures in my mind settle down.
they don't ever go away, but i don't want do away with them.
english language, surreal paintings, crazy wordings, clever intellectuals/
and i sit here sneezing mucus so it hangs out of my nostril and the cold creeps up the booger and i could feel my nose getting chilly, whilst the other nostril begins to leak slowly.
david bowie in my conciousness, i'vee gott itt tooo goood.