Can't think about anything else.. ripping through brain log-jams.. no right turn at the language department. Leave your coats at the front door. No walking on the left hand side of the corridor... tuck your shirt in - your a disgrace.

Pounding old mixes through new sound boxes - and yet another buzz on the surface of the earth. Closing the heavens.. beautiful filters.. through which sunlight reigns supreme.. cutting perfection in times of obsolete design. We have travelled the world to tap the beauty of earthy destruction. Set up canvas on hillsides overlooking the bespeckled heavens - filters of fired earth... purple luminous serenity.. heaven on earth... when it floats it screams creation... when it falls so do the spirits of those below it..

Cold snap... cloud burst... giant waves... shaking... all between the explosions around my ears...

and we push new vibrations into the ever growing abyss.. echoes echoes echoes ever more.. a pin prick on the space between it and oblivion... forever longing to jump ship into the minds of those that move mountains.. split seas.. and with a wave of the hand empty streets and fill floors...

Two weeks from now - Keys ring out in an empty mind.. and all the wants are too much effort.. and all the needs are irrelevant.. and the worry sets in.. and the mind is too tired to care.. there is only the space between then and now. And we write this with ink to make it stick.. we make comical conversation with those that instruct us.. we make it seem OK...

..2 weeks from now.. in the thick of it.. staring down the barrel of a laser gun... wondering how we ended up in this mess..... and remembering 2 weeks previous when log jams forced traffic to back up on the M50 of the cerebral cortex...

Whilst in the mean time...
Mediate
Mediate by InTheBlackBox