w33 twenty twenty six

if you're a chee rabbits fan you aren't a fan of me, you're a fan of yourself

it's scrappy, all of it, because it should seem easy

oh but i can't write this right now, i'm all out of phase

but - wow, there are zero thoughts at all - there was meant to be a bit there that's a.. it needs, that kind of, when it gets reweaved...

i've been completely taken out by a salt and vinegar crisp

it's so unbelievable to me, every time, before interfacing directly with a salt & vinegar crisp, that it could break a whole day

but then, crunched up with that, why more?

and then a lattice?

and then to carry on, you are inside the sound of a gun reloading in the coop?

waving.

so soon, one slice of romaine like that fat tapir sleeping.

the start of the week was nervewracked. but, there's a rule for the fortnight that means there's no way to dip into that stuff. then i packed my bags and got on the plane. the secret to life is to keep yourself about 2013 kanye without teetering over into 2023 kanye. so i'm going to start randomly shouting walt disney at the end of sentences.

used to hit the kitchen light, weird mice everywhere

now i hit the kitchen light, weird flies everywhere

i feel like, Jeezy, you might've made it. but i have all these little flies. weird ones. i went for lunch ice cream at a company's office and picked up a little spoon with nikhar. and slept quite poorly trying to give myself jet lag before i get onto the plane. and does anybody know what the inverted king of swords really means?

i've been making a little native rich text application for the mac and ios to take notes in for my trip. it syncs with automerge, and runs patchwork tools too. i made a change to it just before i left that drains the battery pretty bad on the phone. i guess i'll deal with that in September.

the zoo was so nice with the little bean and a butterfly went on me and we saw some red pandas and they were nice. and afterwards we went to the roasterie. i've been trying to write but i can't be careful inside my mind because i'm all fuzzed out. there was a hound on the Lizard on the way to Heathrow who looked just like razzmatazz who licked my tears on the couch when sían died. and i was early for the flight. and i got a tattoo after the zoo. and i brought astrid a rabbit from harrods. and downloaded some lux, rum, jaz, solomon. got pretty mousesick on the plane, it's a long flight. but then we landed and there were purple flowers, maybe thistles, fighting yellow flowers on the hill. they're strangled round each other, maybe kissing. and then at the roasterie that gentleman with the line on how life and light are linked "inextricibly" and the dna helix ends with telemirrors that pulse 100,000 times a second, that forests have the most "coherent light" and there's "a burst of light and then there's a corpse". it was unfortunate, the turn towards Churchill, white replacement, satanic pedophiles and fauci. and then that jesus loves me, "we're inside each others heart coils" which emanate "12ft square or infinite" and when you "speak your lifebreath into a word that's a three dimensional container for electromagnetic packages"

and so a wander through somebody else's memories, and they're the shape of memories. that's like a rollercoaster or a picturebook, or bitter food or mythology. i mean, "what's this little brass monkey, is he a samovar" and is this with an f or a ph? it's almost inevitable, but... the coffee won't work. merecat on the inside and fat tapir on the out. i really havent slowed down in well over a year, i've forgotten how to connect with when the wind pushes leaves or the rain falls. it's like that goo, nothing's ever the only thing on my mind. the last moment i can remember was the taxi after the train. looking into the dark, looking into the rain. "that's as far as me as i am from it", that old brick, but we were born in different centuries. i felt at peace, like this is perfect. but then it ramped up again, didn't it? and up and up and up. expectations every day, the pulling.

sorry

for this so long and lacking. we've been to the zoo. there was a red panda. i am extremely tired. i'm getting on a plane again tomorrow. there's been thunder, there's been flashing lights. we all hid out in the safeway entrance, me and everyone in calgary. until bicycle man came in with the scaring-the-hoes energy asking if we were all waiting the bus. seemed innocent enough, but it cleared everyone out in a rush. and i'm getting on a plane again tomorrow. to Vancouver this time. it was so nice to see Ivy and Beano.