is filled with lights,
with lost bells,
with lilies and bees.
I will go very far,
farther than those hills,
farther than the seas,
close to the stars,
to beg Christ the Lord
to give back the soul I had
of old, when I was a child,
ripened with legends,
with a feathered cap
and a wooden sword.
Federico Garcia Lorcaoving not wrottun in a woyle oy fort oy wud/ all goes reasonably/ have just returned from my local cafe where i drank two black coffees and read exterminator by william burroughs, catch 22 by joseph heller and made sporadic entries in my moleskine/ currently listening to ganja smuggling, eek-a-mouse/ not sure what to do with the day/ have remarkably met my recent deadlines (that is for cash writing) and the company are sufficiently impressed to allow me certain indiscretions/ woop-E-dee/ however have taken up drinking all day again, which is quite tiring/ it doesn't really effect my cognitive faculties but i believe this may have something to do with my supplementing lots of fish oils and omega 3, 6 and 9 capsules/ i have always found fish and fish oils have a profound effect on my cognitive processes, viz. making them more lucid, my imagination far more vivid and having a generally calming effect on my disposition/ with such fantastic benefits one might think my fridge is filled with expensive concoctions of various omega and epa compounds/ well, it is, and not only am i experiencing all the aforementioned benefits but incredibly powerful and memorable dreams too/ good stuff...
