Je Start (Suavemente)

I thought it could not happen. Never going to write again, never be in touch in love in sight again. Ever. Then sudden dawn, splendour of grey clouds. A world unborn is your best friend, lover and own blank page.
Hence here, to this.
Moonlight kissing softly wasps' flightpaths across the deeply unautumnal october sky.
Me within, cat inside, all flowerpots have gone to join the handicapped rose-bushes that I dare not challenge to arise and walk, let alone grow, once more.

Purpose? There is none. Blow by blowjob by no-job account of a hedonistic lifestyle screwing you up because you ain't livin' up to its premise. Such fun-filled, surprising stuff. "innit?"

Possibly I'll quit tomorrow. O aty on, log in, log on, stay turned on.
Very Unlikely


we'll C


MMIX
JNSV