Charged with Animal Totality

"it was just ...you did your thing for the day...i did mine and then on a piece of grass overlooking the sea i just sat down beside you and had a sit.... and didnt say much for awhile"




I guess it works sometimes. You have to be real carefull you might find too much of what you are looking for. Sometimes we dont have to look and it finds us....yes thats what i said to you... and now you are bent double with everything holding you down.

will you hold onto that branch? dont let go now... because if you do everyone will let go too..

we will do what you do..

No! Dont be silly its not like that, you have more sense than that we know how you hold your head...we know how you love life, we know how you share everything.

Im waiting for that... you'll let go. And we will all fall.

Can i offer you some food? Up hear on your back we have everything we need, you make it possible because you wont let go. we might even have a barbeque and invite some friends...we will tell heavy secrets and do even heavier deeds... and you will feel it on your back i am sure! All this weight...but you wont budge. And then the secrets will mate and have children...and lies... and the lies will develop and grow old and graduate...and all the people you hold because you are so generous...they will cry, and their tears will wet you skin...



...and you will lose your grip - not because you want to...it will just happen.


and everyone will fall?

And i will hold onto just one person..

and that person will be safe... and perhaps everyone else...

and i will hold on to my branch and wait for the tears.... they will come.

"All closed! You can turn it on"

I have perhaps every reason to bend time and create a paradox.. if that is what it takes. And now im fairly sure the world is ready for this rupture, and groundbreaking division of the space.

It would make complete sense my dear if the centre of the universe was within this very microwave. For its structure seems altogether universal does it not? Of course it is within you aswell. Have you not noticed? It's right there! Can't you feel it?

I assure you it is my dear, constantly grinding away at time. Creating for itself a new space, a new universe. For the centre of the universe could not be so simple as a place, no that would be ludicrous would it not my dear!?

Oh no the centre of the universe is much more than that I am sure. It is more likely to be a state of time, or perhaps an absence of space or time. Or maybe its everything except a place, it could be a dorito and a can of gone off tuna, but still, not a place.

The centre of the universe is a silly idea you see. My dear you must not be surprised when i tell you that the stuff they have been telling you at space camp is altoghether untrue. They are lying to you my dear. Through their teeth! For they know little about the centre of the universe because they are too preocupied with time and space.

Oh look there it is right there.



Didnt you see it!? Ooops its gone again.


Oh Dear

Deep Roots and Every Single Heart

Spine....i read all of it...

Early in Morning, Beneath the Feet of Broken Skys

This feels nothing like it should, and now it sounds better.... these are vibrations far beyond the loss of control, these are vibrations of a future.. one out of my control, one that is set to be something. And i dont know what that is, but in these vibrations i can hear what they might sound like.. and we talk, and we mull it all over... but there is no way of knowing, they may choose one thing... they may choose another, its all how we react...its all how we move, its all how it is in the air that night.... its all about colour and response, its all about shades of blu and circus panoramas, its all about sweat and blurred vision, its all about the timing and the huge expectation, its all about the work put in and the hours spent making mistakes, its all about the times, those times, u know them, when you knw what you just pressed had changed everything.... and now you look at a thousand silhouets, and a couple thousand more behind them....the millions of blurs....and now you look at them and you want to scream, you want to shout so loud the world knows exactly what you are saying.... everything, every fool and farmer, and all the lost souls.... you want them all to hear and take notice, for you know that back then, when you didnt even notice...when you were looking so blindly at the shadows and the shards of light... when you were putting 1 and 1 together and losing the plot...you know that that was when you made the difference...and these people know too....lookling to the cetre of the universe... looking to the sun... looking to the moon....looking to what makes any sense at all....this is it now...

we've got nothing in this... and they move very slowly...across the sky, but even though they decieve us, and move faster than you can imagine... it is ourselves that move away from them...they wait for us day and night, they hang above us looking down.. taking it all in. and we simply move around and around. They dont stay where they are, not at all, for the rise and set like you and i... they need sleep too, and no their nocturnal dreams are not like our own. the days of dreaming fly by us... we are to them black as coal...we are invisible... stealing them is ....i dont

i wouldnt...then we'd have nothing to look at and nothing for me to describe in times of quiet when the wind takes a break and the clouds are less thick. one, two, three, four, five.....theatres of countless stars...stars of gold and rain