:: blemish ::
terrible thursday in the moist heat of the afternoon, growing tremor and humming of motorized vehicles around myself, irrecognizable voices uttering what i presume are discourses of diverse natures.__[that's my cue remember to press the little button where is it? ah, yes back door missed it i'll have to walk a mile in this horrid heat don't show it but red lips and face like a person from the mountain speak like drunken englishman have to read more often i have no sense of responsibility no not at all a little jam tokyo and the tourist syndrome getting off stung or is it otherwise verheiratet vergangenheit no knowledge of anything gorogoro and don't know yet what will come out of this run run before you fall parabolic turn around x squared and she won't be home today it's turning red naked arm why such discomfort? probably the pills no incontinence devious nature and perverse desire food haven't eaten why eggs? now it hurts got off walk].__took about fifteen steps towards the east and remembered there were more things waiting to be brought home, why am i always forgetting everything that seems to be of immense importance to those around me? maybe i am not able to think straight when the weather does not suit me, maybe i am always looking for conditions in which i would find it easy to let go of the necessity of paying attention.__so much has changed in such little time, it is hard to even recognize the patterns once thought to be un-changeable, i find myself having to face situations i kept running away from.__i hope the violet-yellow-green thing on my right forearm will vanish soon enough.
coming in through my ears::Sun in my Mouth/Björk