Mind games feed the waste of sanity into the churn master which creates butter of thought and the ease of stress. Rules of life know no steadfast partitions to lean against. Anything they do, others do better and with more sting in their stringy beings than yesterday's hero.
Multiplication and division of the species from the ground below wets up the slippery surface of the chase. On empty, and with no venom but for its tongue the undergrowth hides in full view the asps and adders.
Hissing a fit with the grinding action of a studio couple in heat, attacks are sharp and blindingly quick. Far more than fractions and inverse wavelengths would suggest.
Written on Wednesday, 6 September 2006