northpole sunset

They say atoms are pretty much made of nothing; that if they were the size of a cathedral; the matter-stuff would be the size of a 50p. the wind blows through you somedays and you become whatever you think about because there isn't enough of you to go round; holey.And sometimes other people's ideas and feelings are bigger than yours. I try to remember what I've done and where my stories have gone.Do me bad stuff telly. Oh glorious failure of imagination, platitudinal nonsense of cliché; I can't reconcile these opposing ideas in me. swallow your own tails help me. money v art money v art. oroborous. haha. we both have one of them. a slow stab of firey sticks…at artists…the time they have to think and watch, urrrrhhh, envy! impending doom feels like a creeping tingle across the shoulders, keep up the hokycokey..in out in out shake it all about in out in out shak e it all about. attic window - scream until wine came out my ears and then L made me howl with laff about the time we'd been working too hard and when it began to snow in soho I pointed at the sky saying what is that stuff? What is that stuff? ....where's your blindspot? if i remember that i forgot, it stops me, even in high winds. car rhythm in the backseat, safelike in my mother's lap, nighttime, serious father driving, motorway lights blurring and raindrop fractals on the windows.and i used to like trains but they got them all ruined for me now, the underground tunnel ghosts.