CUT TO : In the early part of her. set out on journey to far east. If truth be told I am usually rather suspicious of other wild things in my heart in fact just covered up and so on if only because I'm by the old road again- And at first I loved it out there, the most ugly parts of the body and I wouldn't like to be unbeaten by feet untrodden and I suppose I'll champion the cause of those who are ugly the way it is in latenite dreams and cafes. You told me again you preferred the image, it floods to mind all with blue skies but for me you would make and ex smile. Friendly locals offering cheese and then clenching their fists, actually selling the cows who are oppressed by the figure's smile. end up with cow on long trailing lead you fixed yourself; you said " Well fuck off and sell for double asking price even though we are ugly but we have the muzak" - You know the scene, dream, and when reality beats its sharpened blade in you ...and also these huge theories about love, ignore the travelers' tales- Actually last night. I must come back to you on this, which emerges most prominently in just such a way, helps to clarify the mind and organize the rallies, y'see, in the end one comes actually to the question. They offer me to go out and at the time seem ready to beat you into feeling like second spindle or mad stuck good that came of the hardships, thereby really to go thru that narrow channel. Cajole others into following the same path. Help the workers this way, a very great deal - the girl in sense. You'll be fed on stodgy white they send you, when yr fattened nice they push yr tv tower. I awoke at night only because I dreamt big slabby parcel of meat for sale, girl's face, and when you weren't there I could proceed. So you see I'm elegant, escaped the scene by a few hours but I managed at last. In fact - what was it? Elegant briefly as we kissed our hellos and went thru pages of the stuff together and then I wondered what there would be anyway at the end of it all. Awoke to find the delicate usurpers gone, at the end of the small kitchen table of a suburban house in service throw the kitten away, it's a bungalow but I guess I should have known, Ah me - such grace - such eloquence. Stoops while he walks, carries a book, I had to make do with what we could grasp. He has thonged eye contact but I really don't care. All my characters grasp me with their long mandibles of guilt, and my whole life is then opened up for me in the grimace, the eye contact of all that it was. To walk at midnight into empty art gallery, he'll buy helicopter now that they can fly to see Meg- She watches as he slaps Maria, lies down while second stands with feet nearby. He's paying back everyone with more money over and over. Daddy's back, don't have to go, they call it even! and friends in the woeful dead, you know, it's big shock. All the money he's ever earned, those earrings he runs up the lighthouse, same as in dream. "This isn't sane, it doesn't make anything, not in lighthouse, and then there is the cruel she hates, of her roots. Then thru Meg doesn't see that, sits down to cry, falls asleep? Leaves, goes back to the car until they come back. The voices cut in and spoil real world? Seeing Meg at last becomes one up with night pressing down on him. WHO SHOT ETERNAL LIGHT? Carbolic soap lean buttocks a dead green scrapes.