Thinnned midnight 00:00

Brain, down. BRAIN, DOWN:
Fall and skatedown,
Minxy. Without brakelights
As the breaklight's
Hot dawn dances
The knotted tightrope skyline
And somewhere else, the sea.

Ears flushed - ears filled
With a rushing, rushing
Storm spree
Deep from my shell
Deep in my shell
My slow sea foot
Treads me
(In my shell
My own private ocean
Of speed).

It kicks in
It kicks in
The laughter I'm risking.
Not moving,
not ageing
No skin to live within and
No madness -
Roped varmints!
Restrain this gushlost kiss bliss
No panis
No no nobis
No pacem pacem pacem
No damn No angelicus,
Just ME.

Fall and skate down
Fall and shake down
Through me. The ice
Recedes, and no clock heeds
The time.
The frozen hands
Point north to naught
And stand:
Past 12.

Come feel these trade winds blow.
Come break my chains

You pandaemonium varmint.

forever locked in
forever logged in





no, not really
(something to avoid)

So anyway I had a bath in my crappy bath which continues to be a bath and has failed to magically sprout a showerhead in my absence, admired and then spoiled the neatness of my room, collected my wads of mail, and have yet to buy food, or sleep. To those vital matters, I shall now proceed.

xoxoxox
snatschel
PS. the other day i covered myself in vegemite and made a video singing "we're happy little vegemites." i thougth a serious overdose of aussieness might help me wanna come back here. it didn't. it jsut made me wanna aeroploane jelly wrestle, and dress in a weetbox bikini.