h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Dear Diary and fragments of Self .. and anyone looking for coffee who might happen to stumble upon this page ....

I sit here .. in this Cafe ... writing in my notebook .... ...

This is a thin and scruffy (yet somehow heartfelt) attempt to give back something to h2g2 .... so that I can - with an almost-purged conscience - continue to range barefoot - yet somehow concealed - through the magnificence of its pages and stages ..




It would perhaps be more constructive to offer my contribution in a more direct way ... even if its just to write to The Post to thank everyone for the fine and inspiring magazine (because I do read it ... ) .... or offer some input ... even a contribution ..or gratitude for inspirations ..to the AWW .....(because I do read it ...) but for now this is where I am once again called to reside ... until my intelligence levels have been fully assessed by the dream spirits ... ..

hey biker ...

so all I have right now as my contribution to h2g2 are these scruffy almost-shiny fragments of Mind and Memory ... which I will lay down here every now and then ... only this time I will attempt to edit the panic attacks and extracts from my incomprehensible novel written in purple dream blood ... because that is so like boring ..... ... even to an audience of virtual chocolate teapots ... ... what?????? how did they get there?



so I leave h2g2 for six weeks to live as a total recluse in a remote lighthouse ..somewhere on the rocky shore of my brain ... eating canned pears and s ...to write an incomprehensible novel in purple dream-blood .. .... and when I return I find that the h2g2 world is overrun with hamsters and chocolate teapots .. which proves that it is worth leaving the lighthouse every now and then .... to visit this remarkable planet ...... .... (I think) ... .....



and for anyone looking for coffee who might happen to stumble upon these pages .... please do not feel the necessity to respond .. unless you want to leave me fragments of lemon biscuits and crumbs of inspiration ... but you are already doing that by being part of h2g2 .. because you now know that I still lurk amongst your pages and stages ... to steal all your ideas and images ... not ... ahem .. as if .... ...



if you feel the need to challenge the above paragraphs ... to say <I don't think so cactuscafe my little friendly friend ... this is just an excuse to print out hundreds of hamsters and chocolate teapots that you have just discovered in the smiley list .....(how did they get here???? )...

oh OK then .. you are right ... .... but the above attempt at conscience purging is also true ... ...



OK .. on with the show ....... .. everything here written in biro is written by me .. except when it is really good ..... ... and sounds like it is held together with something more reliable than raw faith and chewing gum ..... then its written by someone else in which case I'll credit it .... welcome to The Cafe ... mine's a double espresso please .. thankyou ..... ..

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And who is the learner?
And who is the sage?
And who writes these words
That appear on the page?

And who dreams of violins?
Who sings the tune
(that runs through my head
on a strange afternoon)?

And who is the questioner
Who the reply?
And who will I be
When I cease to ask why?

And who .........

????????????????????????????????

to be continued ????????????????? (unless anyone has the Answer .. ) ....

hmm

.... note to Self ....from Self ... not sure if and are a pure rhyme .... Self is very picky about pure rhyme ... I don't know why ... it might be psychological .. in which case this paragraph has already been edited *****because it is already incredibly boring ....



any verses here written in biro and held together with raw faith and chewing gum ....are potentially pending rewrite ... so that not-pure rhyme .... impure rhyme .....hah! ... has a chance to redeem itself ..

...but if Self is going to get incredibly picky about Pure Rhyme .. which she is ... then Self is going to have to stomp out of the Cafe ..and eat a chocolate teapot ..... which is a good start .. not ....

note to Self ....what is pure rhyme? ... good question for the AWW ... is it psychological .. metaphysical ... or something entirely other ...

(heads off into the strange afternoon ... which doesn't rhyme with tune ..... yet ....) ....



and who is this biker
who .....

oh go away ..........

note to Self about Pure Rhyme ...

in this case it all depends on how the writer says ....

well ... I say because I am a slightly faded English blossom that was once a rose ... ...

some people say .....

but perhaps in Transatlantic mode I might say ....(unless that is an urban myth .. in which case ... erm ... ) ... ... in which case it rhymes with .. so I am very happy ...

note to Self .... pure rhyme objects to being called impure thankyou very much .... and is going to send you an atlas so that you become more worldly ... then it will huff off ... and take all its poems with it .... to go read out loud in coffeeshops in the States and Canada where it is understood... where it can hallucinate very handsome monkeyman shaman entities wearing bluejeans ..... who are the writers of the poems anyway .... ..

but I can do that here too .. ... provided I keep my to myself in the strange afternoone .... moon .... ... afternoon ..... moon ...

question .... how do translators manage to translate poems into hundreds of languages and still manage to make them rhyme? an artform indeed ...

Welcome back! I have missed your ramblings and word pictures and smileys! I never realized there was a smiley! You are an artist and a naughty tease!!! I'll let the know you are tempting me to impure thoughts! Never knew Emily Dickenson was so racy.

Emily probably raced with the best of them...spinsters do, dears that they are...

Elektra says, 'toon'. I say 'tewn'. Assignment: make a dialect map of the eastern US, with attention to the bag/sack/poke demarcation, also pay attention to the difference between soda and pop.

I am no merman, but I wander... The old smilies are the best.

I have no use for teapots, short and stout...I have handles (but am on a diet), and I spout...mostly nonsense.

Nut. Who said you had to pay to read this drivel? You do realise that the people who like to claim to do it all take really long breaks, and frequently go off in a huff and a half, while declaiming at the tragedy of it all?

Why should you not take up as much of this infinite cyberspace as you choose to? Why should you not and quibble when something displeases you, or rave on rapturously when something tickles your fancy?

There is more to life than chocolate. And my Sugar is not a vegetarian.

hullo Elektra ... lovely to hear from you too .. even though I've been slow on e-mails ... .... but erm .. cue various unconvincing excuses about why I am so slow on computer ..... all of which have been edited ... for the purposes of keeping this Cafe free of my psychological ramblings ... even though .... erm .... ..... it seems to be already taking on an otherwordly atmosphere ... .........good though .. good to leave the sometimes and head into Inner-Space .... ... I can't believe I just said Inner-Space ...

right .... you talk to the hamster? ...you know the hamster? ... OK ...who is the hamster? I must grovel ...

dear hamster ... I'm in search of a cure for my thoughts impure .... please like me where possible .. flirty flutter flutter of eyelashes ....

..... (I can't believe I am flirting with a hamster graphic .... ... wonders if TheCafe was such a good idea) .... ....

too late .. I am well away now ..... ...

and what is a merman please mr dmitrigheorgheni?



I always imagined (uh oh ..) that they are kind of manly mermaids ..well .. man-mermaids ... mermen in fact ... I wonder ...

actually ... forget what I wonder ... ......>>>>>

edit >>>>>>>>>>> I need my own symbol for PsychologicalEdit ... ....

.. hmm

ah Emily ... ... I am so in love with Emily right now ... .... in all her racy poetic beauty .... ... I just adore her verses .... I carry my hardcover copy of her complete poetic works everywhere I go ... such a beautiful book .. I do love a hardcover .. such a treat ... mine has a ribbon bookmark ... really special .. the other day I arrived in TheCafe with said book .. but had forgotten my reading glasses .. so couldn't read a word .. but I still could feel the presence of the verses on the page .. know what I mean ... the essence of the verses .. ah yes ...



magic smiley! that's an original one .. I think .. and not made of chocolate ... or is it ... ....



'course I love the way that Emily mainly just stayed in her room and kept all her poems in her desk ....... I can relate ... ..

I wonder if she would be OK with being so widely read now? hope so ... hey Emily ... thankyou for your poetry .. hope it doesn't make your spirit too shy or nervous ... hmm ..

I think its OK .. you think its OK? please? .. any sensitives or mediums out there ... hmm I worry about these things ...

I think its OK .... especially as my book has all the poems printed out in her original format ... just the way she wrote them ...her own kind of punctuation and everything ...



interesting ... talking of regional accents .. dialects etc ... fascinating indeed

(checks map of USA .. we do in fact have a huge map on the States on our wall - Chris put it there when the Fireclouds took to the road three years ago ...so we could track them .. ....also so we could see where Hypatia and Xantief and Leo and other American h2 friends came from ... like DG and Elektra and everyone ... and mermen ... but now we need a starmap .... or a map of the ocean of mythology .... ..... or .. in my case ... a map of the brain .. oh no! ... not psychological ...

edit ..... bleep ...

or no maps ... I like no-maps also .. and good to make new maps sometimes ... ... ..

.... yes! ... said the hamster-graphic ....

go away ..... ...



so Emily came from Amherst Massachusetts ... (checks map) ...OK .

(thinks about rhyming .. and its essence)

hmm .. so much to think about .... have to go >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>



last night I realised that these h2 smileys - to me - are like strange sweeties ... in childhood I used to think that a bag of sweeties was magic .. toffees and jujubes and s ...

.. so they allow me to be a big kid .... ..... and yet they have great power .. to me ... anyway .. ...

eat one ... and erm .. help! .. because they act as story-catalysts .... and I already turned into a without realising ... .....and freaked myself out ... ..

but I do in fact intend to print out the entire smiley-list in a posting .... here ...for easy access ... uh oh ... and gradually eat my way through all of them ....... and see what happens ....

uh oh .... oh no .....

... the biker for example ....who is the ??? .. he is already running through my dreams ..... I had this dream last night ... about a poem .... written by the ...what??? ... brought on by the biker-graphic ...



I saw the structure of the poem on the page .....but I woke up before I could read the actual words ... ...... there were long verses written in free-verse .. to represent the highway .....they looked like a highway running over the page ... then there were verses written in rhyme ... you know .. on the page they looked more like traditional verses ... but they were placed beside the highway verses .... kind of like roadstops ... or sub-texts ... ..

on the page it looked like a map ..... hmm



and I have to go ..... otherwise I will spend the rest of my life in this peculiar Cafe .... which would be fine ....but I have to go and buy some supper ...otherwise the Scotsman will protest ... ... actually he's out buying the supper ..vegetarian haggis ... .... actually not .. we only eat that in the winter .. and its beach weather right now ..... but I have to go to the sweetshop to buy a bag of s .....to eat over the weekend ... hmm ....

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dear Earth ...I speak to you from somewhere else ...but hey ... this is what I am studying right now ..

new evidence concerning the Merman ... via communications ... and YB Yeats ... nothing to do with me

and the ...... nothing to do with me ...

and quite a lot of other things .. that are nothing to do with me ...

...

oh ... and I need to learn Lucid Dreaming .. a great art .. (respect) ....

.... because I realised that in the biker dream the reason I didn't see the text of the poem was because I forgot my reading glasses ... in the dream ..

but if you can do Lucid Dreaming then you can be conscious in your own dream and remind yourSelf that you are dreaming and take control ...I think ... (must check) .....

... so in this case I could have said ....

.... but in fact it is probably just as well I can't do lucid dreaming ....... and the biker isn't bothered ... he rode off along the highway of a beautiful free-verse that I never got to read ... to take his poem elsewhere ... but I will look for him everywhere in the roadstops along the way .... as I journey through uncertain bewildering beauty .....

do I ever shut up? nay nay .... ...

... ah funny sigh ... .......

goodbye Earth ... >>>>>>>>>>

The Sigh - Chapter One

oh no I can't now .. I have to go and eat sprouting things .. and consider the weekend ... and remember my other life ..

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>.

that would be WB Yeats ..

oops ... sorry ...

...you don't need lessons.

Ah...I finally found it...the song about the merman:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L6axf8azrFw

The Wolfe Tones are, ahem, unique.

I wonder what WB Yeats would make of the Wolfe Tones...at least he had similar political views...

....

(strolls into Cafe for quiet coffee ... encounters the Wolfe Tones and the Merman song ..... orders two more coffees ...drinks them in quick succession and re-evaluates entire life ..... )

..

dear Earth .. can I come home yet? I just heard the Wolfe Tones and the Merman song .... and we were on the beach yesterday ... and I tried to find a nice bit of seaweed for a bookmark .... and then we got in the sea and I thought I saw a scantily clothed Merman with long reddish hair and a tartan fishtail swimming towards me and then ....

Psychological Edit ************************************* ..... heads back to communications for lucid pellucid therapy ......

pellucid ...... nice word ....(checks dictionary) ... ..... .. pellucid prose> ... what? oh .. OK ...

...



... this is most poetic ...

I think I need to go surround myself with ambient music ... like that strange music that comes out of invisible speakers in supermarkets and hotel lobbies ...

ah yes .... poetry ... come to me come to me ....on transparent wings of whispers .. through the translucent essence of a sigh ... ... hmm .. it won't of course .. not when I'm looking >>> ... .... hmmm ....

funny that ambient music that you hear in supermarkets and hotel lobbies and waiting rooms ... you don't hear it? oh no ... the toon or tewn in my head? surely not ....


.....I always look for the speakers .. you can find them if you look close enough .. they are usually on the ceiling .. or concealed behind vases of paper poppies ... nothing wrong with paper poppies .. I've got one in fact .... I love it .. its wrapped around the stem of my anglepoise desk light .... sometimes bees land on it and then go away again ... ... actually that isn't true ... the bit about the bee .....

but just this minute ...as I was typing ... beside the open window .. this large buzzing bee flew in from the neighbour's garden ... serious ... there is a bee buzzing round me ...... like right now ....

that'll teach me to type murky not very pellucid fiction ... hah! shapeshifter ....you know who you are ..squirrelboy ... go away .. thankyou ..... ... ... ....



the other day I was sitting in the lobby of this hotel and there was the ambient music playing ... from out of a fake crystal chandelier .. and I saw the notes falling through the atmosphere .. they looked like little shiny snowflakes made from tinfoil ... kind of beautiful in fact .. they were landing on the reception desk and all over the other people in the lobby ... but no-one else saw them ... so that's alright then ....




and the bee just flew out the window ..thankyou very much

... is there a smiley? I can't find it .. I just found a and a which isn't doing my head any good at all ... but is there a bee? I need a bee .... I want to be a bee ..... or not ... ....

....I will be your bee

oh no you won't .......

and I just flew out the door >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

and astonishment.

You can see the notes......all I had was a dream in which my arm brushed the arm of the person on the tv screen...and we could both feel it, and I said, thia must be a good sign, I've got touch now...

Do you know the book 'Jitterbug Perfume'? The search for veridicality (sp?) is preoccupying me.

I woke up realising what it was I try to write, very simply...

Something that was good enough to be worth reading more than once.

.... which proves my point entirely ... it does? yes ...

but firstly ......

thankyou for the thought catalysts my friend .... reminding me of things I think about all the time ....thoughts which growl and prowl around my brain ... just below the surface of my daily routines .... .. good to try to clarify .... hmmm ...

exit >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

and .. just read the plot summary for ... great title! .... never heard of this book before .... amazing .... there is some wonderful literature out there I think ... even if I don't get to read it ...its good to know its there ... adding to the sparkles in the atmosphere .. sort of thing ... hmm ...



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and ... veridicality .... another new word ... this is a learning time .. I love it ...



definition of veridicality .....

<<<(psychology) The correct perception of an object, that is, in agreement with the object's real properties >>>>>>>

(quote from Answersdotcom ....)

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or from the free/online/dictionary .. definition of veridical ....

<<<<>>>>>>>>>

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how fascinating is this¬ .. and the essence of a lot of things I have been thinking about these past 50 scruffy little years of my tiny yet optimistic bug eyed life ..... .... and I have asked many questions ...I have questioned dustmites and x-rays and scientists and dreamers ... and ....... and ......

hmm

and .. well ... I suppose one could ask the same question of every single creation on or anywhere else ....animate or inanimate .. animal vegetable mineral and something entirely other .. and there might be a different response from each creation .. or maybe not ... sometimes scary .. sometimes wary ... quite contrary ...



and I conclude I don't know anything .... ... but I just remembered my own artistic commitment ... to myself and to others ... and thankyou for reminding me of this .. because sometimes I forget to state it ......

(deep thought here)

... this commitment is to take responsibility for what I put out there .... in word or image or sound or anything .. the responsibility still spooks me in fact ... because I have a deep fear of harming anyone or anything ... and I have to keep checked in with my responsibility to what is deepest in my soul ... which is a mysterious yearning for Loving Kindness ...know what I mean .. even though I do err .. and hope that this yearning somehow guides my pen ..

hmm

even though I might be singing uncertain green ballads to the daisies ... I mean no harm .....



and then ... thinking about veridical testimony ... I have to state honestly to myself and to others that I am a dreamer .... my brain gets tripped off by sensory associations .. .. I am not a clear channel ... my channel runs via my imagination ...and my visions are not a veridical testimony ....



and the way I see .... (and this is entirely personal .. and I speak for no other).... can all be explained by neurology .. neuroscience ...

and I like that explanation ...I like to try to be balanced ... part flake part milkshake .. no .. wait ... ... part dream part explanation .... part artist part scientist ... and hope one guides the other .....

see ... for example ... seing notes of music in a hotel lobby as silverfoil snowflakes falling through the atmosphere .... ...

so ... the veridical visual vision of a musical note would I suppose be to see a soundwave? ...

I have a book entitled .. it is fascinating .. maps of sound .. amazing ... some people do see soundwaves ....... hmm

not me though ... my visions are just dream .. or daydream ... the inner eye of the imagination ... not hallucinations and definitely not a veridical testimony! ...

yikes .. this is a good discipline .. I love it ...


the tinfoil snowflakes have an eeeezy-peeezy explanation ...its all to do with image association ... (I only ever deconstruct myself .. never anyone else ..... ) ...

canned music .. sounds tinny ... brain registers tinfoil! .... tinfoil is silver .... snowflakes .. snowflakes .. what's the snowflakes then? ....

hmmm



and then ... >>

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hah!

that is most interesting ...most interesting .... ... I will return ...

but I have to go ... and check in with ... hmmm ...

and then go and study .....and become a world-famous scientific Thinker ...

in my dreams ....

hah! ... .........................

Chesed is the Hebrew word for loving kindness.

You're already a philosopher. I don't care if the answer for someone is in brain chemicals or mysterious entities from outer space...

If we're talking about the same thing, we have veridicality.

You can't dip into the same stream of consciousness twice...but the river is always there.

.....very re-readable! ... in fact ... I love these sentences from the DG mind ...

(heads out on Life quest .... with nothing but a biro and a packet of honey halva ... .. (brain food) ... to attempt to express the essence of it all in succinct beautiful sentences ...see you in a couple of million years ... )

(comes back in again ... after one minute ... ) ... ...

well ...erm .... ... I just remembered things I have to do before I go on Life quest (munches halva ..) .. .. like I haven't even yet read the recent edition of ... what? better get there ..... after

... and .. so ... over coffee .. ... I can go on a bit .. ...chatter chatter chatter ... . ..<need chatteringteeth smiley ...) ....

ah yes .... it must be amazing for the Writer .. when a Reader returns for a re-read ... must make the hard work all worth it ...



I often think about all this ... the nature of communication ... the relationship between the Writer and the Reader .. the Performer and the Audience ..



be good to do a survey ...see what it is that lures Readers to re-read a particular text .. ...whether its an appreciation of the word-craft or an involvement with the reality it represents ..or both and all and lots of other things ..... .. (eats more halva ...)



I sometimes re-read a text many times over because I am lured by its vibrational frequency .. know what I mean .... even if I don't understand its content at all ... .... I once had this book .. can't remember what it was .. I used to carry it around all the time ... and I must have it at least ten times .. didn't have a clue what it was on about .. .... especially as it involved maths and physics and things ... ... but I needed its vibration ... it became a friend ...and I talked to it at nights and told it things about myself that it wasn't really interested in but it listened anyway .. in a mathematical kind of a way ... .. ... hmm ...

what??

not sure what the Writer would make of that ... a scruffy little almost-Reader like me ..just after the vibes and the company and the free coffee ... ... free coffee? who said anything about free coffee? ....



ah yes ... the essence ... I just saw ... (with my inner eye ... my glinting dream eye) ... this kind of pulsating mandala ..floating around in the galaxies of my mind ... very beautiful ...shining ... alive! .. not really possible to describe ... whoah ... the centre is just essence ...energy ... feels like incredible Love or Joy .. but yet wordless ...indefinable .. know what I mean .... and then coming out from the centre are all these tentacles ...

what?? is this an animated cosmic lit up octopus .. no .. no! .....

well .. OK ..they're not really tentacles .. they are kind of strands of energy ... millions and millions of them ... not really a finite number in fact because this strange organism seems to change all the time ... except for the centre ..... the strands are kind of fed by the energy coming from the centre ...

hmmm .. (eats more halva ... )

I love the strands .. in this particular dream vision they are going a bit bendy .. and tying themselves in knots ... ... and are kind of funny ... even though they are connected to the centre of the organism they appear to be attempting a dance of their own .. actually right now they are really funny ... ... in a good way funny ... ...

I don't know why they are so funny ... ...

hmm ...time to go ... feed the imaginary cat ... walk the cosmic octopus ... ..

and I haven't even started on strange synchronicity concerning mermaids ... ...and thoughts on naming ice cream ... and how I had a dream where I saw characters from another dream waiting for pizza ... in a pizza cafe in a town I never saw before ..

ah .. laters laters ....

.. I have often wondered what that book was ... and what happened to it ... the mathematical one that I first started to in my own way .... and talk to at nights .. I must have been about five or six ... my older brother vaguely remembers it .. but no-one knows what happened to it ....



it was a hardcover catalogue of black and white photos from some photographic exhibition ...and I was in love with its atmosphere .. each photo had a piece of writing beside it ....I wish I could remember more about that writing .. and there were numbers ...lots of numbers! ... not just the index numbers of the photos ... my older brother always drew numbers and strange diagrams in pencil all around the pages of books .... .. so maybe I always thought that black and white photos were something to do with maths and physics ...................

anyway to me it was a magic book with words and pictures and numbers and diagrams all mixed together ... and I don't think I ever read normally after that ..... ...... hmm



funny huh .. first memories of reading ... from the mysterious and magical worldview of the child ... before the world is rationally explained ...

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>laters >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I really liked your story of that book from your childhood. It is remarkable that you have such a vivid memory of that time without having a trauma associated with it!! Lucky you. I have very few memories of my life before I met D. I think I never did creative daydreaming when in school---to busy trying to be teacher's pet.

Your imagination is so strong! It is like a heavy weightlifter's form. That is so because I think it makes you more flexible mentally and more able to accept changes! That will come in handy for the next world --even though it might be a liability in this one.
And since that one is for keeps - you're in a good place. I wish I could borrow it, I am too stubborn and inflexible about the wrong things.

Sorry, dearie I didn't mean to be all earnest. I hope you both have a fun day.

Staying out of this except to say I know what you mean about frequenices...

I like to reread books for the spaces they create in them ind.

I am going to recommend a short story. It's available online (so you can print it out and draw on it), and in public domain.

And anybody who reads it and finds it offensive - did not read ALL of it, so go away.

http://www.literaturecollection.com/a/o_henry/196/

Oh, and this story is about as 'evocative' as it gets. Watch him evoke. See the evocation inherent in the system...

He must be the king, he hasn't got red ink all over him.

O Henry RULEZ. So there. Up North Carolina!!!

(Sorry. I will subside as soon as my medication kicks in.)

(Coffee, of course.)

dearest ones and pilgrims and dearies ... 'cos I loved it when Elektra called me dearie just now .... .. and now I'm all secure and purring .... ...

how splendid ! .. these curious surreal shining postings are like a wondrous double bill at a late night arts cinema .... then you stagger out into the blue grey 5 am morning light ... looking for eggs and coffee .. with your brain full of flickering images ....

to consider all ....

right now I am flying out the door like a speedy birdy >>>>>>>>>

but I will return to consider all tomorrow >>>>>>>>>..ah yes ...............

in the 5 am light >>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Hello, hope you don't mind the intrusion.

I followed you here from dmitri's Finnegan piece and found this journal.

Didn't manage to read it all, but wanted to reply to this:

>>It would perhaps be more constructive to offer my contribution in a more direct way ... even if it's just to write to The Post to thank everyone for the fine and inspiring magazine (because I do read it ... ) <<

Yes, please, submit to the Post. I've seen we've published some of your poems before, it would be great to have more from you.

Delighted to see you read , too.

Bel

...Sunday morning ... ah Sunday morning .. never roll the dice under a full moon .. .. dice? what dice?

(staggers into TheCafe ... for coffee ...and s ... not as I previously printed ... which is a typo-sin possibly beyond redemption ... .. .. ooffee? ooffee? standards! standards! ..(clutches brow) ... OK I'm redeemed now ...so I can continue to consider a headful of Heaven and Hell and other things beginning with H ... heroes .. hearts ... halos ...)

s hamsters..... s hugs..... .... holly ....

stops in her tracks ...

whoah! now I know its Christmastime in shy-land ... blush blush ....

B'Elana!! this is a lovely surprise! ... 'course its not an intrusion ...lovely to have a coffee and a chatter with you ... or a drink of your choice ... if you're not a coffee drinker ... ? ? this peculiar cafe is open all hours ..



but firstly ... s'cuse me while I catch up with myself here ...I'm running a day and a lifetime late ... just have to consider a couple of things with my friend Elektra .. concerning weightlifters and daydreams and erm .. what? ... and then my friend the dmitri fellow ... concerning ... erm .... .. dice and mermaids ... what??



then I will get back to you ... to say hullo and introduce myself in an organised and almost comprehensible fashion .....



s'scuse me .. have to change postings now ... so I can see Elektra on my screen ... sort of ...