My crimson mind, trafficked dripping thoughts, recalls, on passing gnostic dwarfs,nuclear physicists,hungry out of reach cocks,feeling touching as time ticked, i grasped,even those i knew, yet, did not know, through cyber -space are remembered as their fingertips will not trip the light fantastic across keyboards as June opens its doors.
But most of all me myself will, i crisp across the face of this plastic machine which holds my mind together through the storm of life,i am so they say the captain of my own ship..but what a ship..???..and will sit here soon,that is the big test the taming of the beast triffids within.
