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I wonder what it is, I'm sitting here at 2:40 am and begining to feel quite all of a sudden awake. Could be the tea, hhhmmm blueberry but perhaps it's the fact that sioux is singing of the wickerman and I always liked blow the house down. I have swept across the seas today and been blown away from every coast,Goddamn meloncholy sorrow. Sometimes it just falls over you like a sudden rain, drenching you and leaving a sticky feeling all over. Other times it looms on the horizon for hours it's presence hanging palpably in the air, pressing up against us like that drunk with vomitous breath and clinging nature that pushes you back against the bar. Unrelenting and seemingly unstoppable till sometimes they just fall apart or get distracted by something else. I carry little mirrors, toss them on the floor in front of them then run, they work on daemons and the daft.

Well to shadows have I fled cutting off the chance of pursuit to all but a few of the most able of hunters. I had forgotten the hunt and more importantly the sheer joy of being hunted and yet doubt has found me ahead of all others, dirty venemous bastard. I have come out from under the floor to gaze upon heaven and the disquiet in my soul is either from despair at my lacking or disappointment in heavens. I am torn between worlds and the spirits themselves lament it. I know where joy is and only get there through dreams. Funny that feeling, like your heart just stepped into an elevator shaft and is still plummeting and there you are just waiting for the finish.

Well tonight it seems the kisses are needed upon my brow and sleep shall take me but not without a fight I promise. Bent ears do not go unrewarded and like most things, the storms move on, the drunks get sober and sorrow fades. Usually.