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There is not much else to say really...

..its 6.30am... my night stated over 12hours ago in a subway..

..it was a good night...

...these are good echoes from home.

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A day in with lights, cameras and action

Like any other day i guess.. we just have to pick a time and go with it. Those who plan ahead are clever enough to hide their ideas in an event or moment of renewal...i however am thirty days late and itchy to get goin'...

Never picked a more uneventful day to do so! I guess if it had been any more eventful i would never have come across this idea...so good things come to those who wait i guess....or at least those who do nothing.

Dan Flavin featured in my brain today... lighting corners and illuminating ideas that as yet had gone unnoticed. I must remember to keep this up.

People are out there in the darkness after....waiting for the lights to go...ding ding ding... with good news and memories from the land of the green.

And heavy is ...

...you think you have it all under control..you know how it looks, how it seems, you believe what you feel is good..

in fact

weakness
pain
lacking

you two dont seem to believe anymore, is it not silly? Now!? in this place and time? am i glue? and who are you to take my judgement as yet another pointless quibble?

dont do this for me...but dont pull apart the threading, the anchor i wanted for so long...and still desire.

there is a lot more you dont see....dazed... obstructed....afflicted... misled.. you woudnt care....i think now that you are just waiting for a reason...

and holding everything in control...waiting to let it all go

because you can

because your stuck

i am nearly too much in this light

the covers have been pulled the curtains too...

too much in this light

so we will change it ok?

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Orange Rip Banana

Its rolling again... these rhythms, thick, full, pulling at my brain, injecting multicoloured plastic into my mind...massive hardened brain cells... all colours now its all i see
push it in push it in


pumping hard rhythms is all i hear


and now my soul is in the right place...slower place... more chance in this place, more interesting in this place, more cold in this place but more heat. there is more for me in this place...


gloves today


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All This....

And so i am looking onto you, my teples reflect this new yet very old way of being... i am not inside, i am looking in, and the things that disrupt you move too and fro.. one more and we would have unity again. One more and peace would have peace. Lights in my temples... i want to know what it is like... i want to control you and understand.. then i could visit where i want to be... these fireworks would exist n reality and in fantasy... with this i could have one more minute.. however false... however real..

Joined at the hip i will wait and wait for the right time to save this... save everything.. you crackle a little... and hop along... who was that? i dont know if i looked or not. Its got to be you on that edge.. You sent it to me, that which i could not find, and its rythms so familiar sound so much sweeter from the place i wish to visit...



visit... is that what it has become now? Temporary.... not normal.... different....foreign... dissimillar.. strange.... you may not have balance....not.... nothing.... you may have little in the way of structure , that of trust or shame....u have nothing... but i want it just as much as heavy air.

hearing it....not seeing it.. thinking it...not feeling it.



waiting

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Angels Dust

I am the tick you are the tock.
It is working as such, in this,
in that and all the rest of this
we are bound to this unison..

and the sun keeps rising,
to the buzz,
to the artificial light.
every rise like clocks
every dip like clocks

Where did we happen?
and so i scream, and so i call for the scratches
and on my arms i see all of yours
covered in it

You are understanding, am i willing?
i think i am...

There is a small part in everyone that loses the will, and in everyone the is a will to lose that small part. and you buzz me again,

i now... i now understand

In every world i roam

THis is the only thing that makes sense...

im waiting.. for more of your angel dust to fill me pockets