i am making this post up just for the sake of making a post.
my days have been spent making roadkill origami.

one of these days, rachel is gonna look at me with an expression i've never seen before,
and that will mean i wiil need to go:
"hey, this is really real now, this is it..."

and then, i know where the hospital bag is what car is steve home what maybe this will it start hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

and i know most of the things but only then will i find out what the cervix REALLY does
and how rachel will wrestle the pain
and i will forget the pictures of coffee plungers and socks with grapefruit and tissue papers...

all i can do is howl and groan like i'm singing along
and make sure her hips don't pop out
and catching this bloody alien baby

we called her ripley and right now ripley is wriggling huge inside rachel's belly
maybe getting the sense of what it would mean to turn and move through that
pulsing tunnel of flesh and juice and most intimate squeezeness of love
ripping a crown of thorns through that sacred passage

a real little person... or WHAT is it?
this thing that doesn't see like you see or know what 'awake' means
who are you ripley?
i think i know ripley like i'll know her forever
but i also know every moment will be a surprise.

i'm writing this watching the clock cuz i'm trying to get to bed earlier these days. i have this gig to sit in a carpark and tell people that they can't park there. It's for a specialist clinic. I always check which specialist. So I can know it's their urine. Or their hearts.
Theses are not great ways to pass time, but I try my best.

I also read, and it makes me dream a lot.
These dream end up as snippets, fragmented memories,
and I only stumble upon them once i travel the same road again...
like yesterday i found a tea-tree blossom that fell from my bike the day before.
Connecting fragments of dreams end up like strange origami patterns
across the walls of my mind
fragile, light...
(too light to translate into words anymore)

i like the sound of my fingers hammering though,
it's more the music of the sound these keys make for me than the actual words that end up on the screen.

i'll mumble off edfihkjwern,mnvdnmjnkdfsalkjefwfadsfadsfadsfasf