feldenkrais// i am not a robot

room with mirrors and as if all on acid

can't sleep need sleep
all i can think of is how i start hating traveling and how things could have turned different.

darlin' we've could have been good.

click your heels three times

clicking my heels

it's spring. let's get SPRUNG

i've been breaking my bad habits.
and it's good.


on a more mundane note,
saturday was just pure weird, sunday's been much nice. woke up in my own bed and the flat smelled of coffee.
further on there's been:

stripey clothes



park, sunshine and trees



and then food

april's the cruelest month//He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight. And down we went

instead of going down the corny route and quoting further t.s.eliot here's boobs (partly at least)

all in a week.

highlights include--running through the fields at 6.30 in the morning, much bleary eyed (kind of good), dreams of places called mykolaiev and kaluga (not good not good), and a prospect of tuesday night (very soon very good).

+

2kg of dynamite make a heck of a noise