Sunday, 17 March 2013


hectic grass and clover gyrate 

there is a great deal of rapid down hair raising downhill riding 

curving along the edges of lakes 

a comparative study of aches swellings and saddle sores

we desert our horses and visit a swing bridge that bounces at the end 

making people look progressively drunker as they cross 

the glacier is mind blowing 

we glimpse it through the mist and rain 

it seems to belong to another world 

and slip into a rhythme of food and sleep 




20.02 

I did not welcome you into my cabin cashew or offer you an illegal drug you broke in and raped me .... 

I feel as if I'm in a magic realist novel 

well you are not .... 

the crystal waters were of the most extraordinary blue i have ever beheld ... 

I plunge into the fast flowing river 

rampant lupins

virgin slippers 

precelain orchids and inky craquelure on their creamy petals 

he rides with an eagles rfreather added to his hat as if extra plumage were necessary 

laid back friendliness ... um not for you cashew ... 

how fucking dare you you little ogling pervert get your snout out of my cunt .... 



virgin slippers not for you you just dumped someone .... 




















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