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Today was spent in a trench of repetition as the hoards descended to ask the same questions over and over. By the time I left my voice was disappearing and my head was pulsing like a quasar. But it was still strangely enjoyable to be so popular with the masses and classes.

‘Mumps, etc.’ boomed from the car stereo as I drove home marvelling at a sky wracked with turmoil, rainbows and promise.

Despite being tired I could feel my sap edging up with the anticipation of a free evening and random chances. My dark pulsing heart cracking open my chest like a bear from winter; a sex vampire needing a feed. Am I alone in this lust that consumes me sometimes? I guess I should be happy, Viagra is yet to call and I hope to be buried with a hard on J

Coquin cornée

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=47u8kSRusfE

Itching like an intern with a sunburn
For what a stone unturned covers
I don't wear rubbers and I don't wear sunscreen
I want to heat my hide, not hide under something
And I am not okay boys
No I am not okay
No I am not okay boys

Naw. I'm like pre-gay Morrissey. RT @meverything:

 

@YoniWolf i think you need to get laid

 

Home was a welcome, an oasis of comforts, food and solitude. How I love this house. Booted, I braved the garden mud to find two more eggs bringing the tally to a dozen in six days; a record for the House of Pygar. And as a reward sweet corn was scattered; a polka dot yellow chorus with the embrace of excited clucking and flapping.

Starving, I prepared a feast of eggs, bacon, grilled tomatoes and bubble before climbing up to my sanctuary to watch the sun set over Peacehaven; such beauty on my doorstep. Sometimes sweet dreams are made of this http://vimeo.com/1004092

The rain falls hard on a humdrum town

Only love, can make it rain
Do you love what you feel?
The fault is, I can find no fault in you
Silhouettes and shadows, watch the revolution
A boy child rides upon your back

To my horror when I checked in at hen central, Joni was nowhere to be seen. Initially panic and fox fear gripped as I frantically searched the garden for signs of struggle; but nothing, just Patti forlornly wandering and searching too. I eventually found Joni in fading light savouring the sweet grass of my neighbour’s front garden, oblivious to danger. Unlike Patti, Joni flees contact so the next twenty minutes were spent trying to corner and cover her with a blanket to the amusement of sundry dog walkers; slippery like some feathered Houdini. Eventually with the assistance of my neighbours at number 26 she was pincer manoeuvred in an Arum Lilly blanket trap and subdued. A reward of 6 eggs was later delivered as thanks. 

Hearts pounding
Muddy mess
Blue Haze in blanket
Stillness and relief
Love of prize cradled
Release to feathered embrace
Patti & Joni
Safe J