Eternal sunshine of a spotless mind........

Discreet, hidden, covered us, Scared, confused, naked us,

The outside outset glory of our material triumph and the stinking naked unwashed us, walking down the star studded ceremony!!! Stars play us.

The retro lives as the techno dawns as the sun shines and the moon yawns,

Always in agony in sub-fuckin-conscious ::::: sleep and pat of the nerves reviving in unstable dreams…

Questions ;
Questions;
Questions;

questions galore, the hot coffee splits them up and u manage to see the door,

Good morning sunshine; shine on me… and give me strength to power on the VH1 T.V.
Gwen Stefani says “wind it up” and I think haven’t the day just started…eyes half crawled and marks of my nails scratch on the morning dry skin, itchy itchy oh where is my coffee, the last blow of Zippo and the room goes foggy,

Good morning sunshine…..
dog barks,
dogs everywhere,

folded hands and eyes close I say oh god give me strength to live this day….

Sir I made a mistake;

Can u remember the merchant of Venice?

” a pound of flesh”


The maid takes the dirt of the floor and my last night crime is moped,

The sound of music and marry poppins, the day of the jackal and the dooms day conspiracy…

Airtel and hutch rings and dogs bark,
Memories of the phone camera from the rainy day from my windscreen.

Question one answered and 2 arrives.

I tumble over the wood on the floor and the table helps me to pace the door,

Question 2 answered..

The maid still moping the floor and the crime spots still vanishing…

Question 3 answered and more…

Lesson for the day…
Questions are journey and the answer is our destination…..

“Eternal sunshine of a spotless mind”

Just too fuckin cliché