Lou Reed

Brando in Waterfront in the car doing the "I coulda been somebody" speech. Put it to a guitar. The same for Blanche in Streetcar. The "kindness of strangers" recitation. Can't you hear it sung?

The ostrich.

A summer of serious somethings and a whole lotta nothing is over.
and its back to building six in all its wonder.
Time flew. Things I looked forward to for months are gone. Things I dreaded for just as long have passed. and some warped form of routine is about to set in.
My head has indeed been in the dirt.* I thought things were moving slower because all I could see were worms. Really outside roadrunner was setting the pace.
I know im not telling you anything new. but I needed to write something out here.
5 days.

*I'm well aware the saying is sand. not dirt. I'm unsure if worms live in sand.

Images I stole from a book in a bookstore before I went to London

I am breaking so many copy-write laws today

The studio

A sanctuary in London town

"Don't worry about being there by yourself, it wont happen"

My magical niece

Conversation of the time:

MHJunior: There was a jumping castle with teeth

MH: But it didn't hurt right?

MHJunior: No cos it's just rubber

MH: You have a blue poptop

MHJunior: Yeah

MH: What's it taste like?

MHJunior: Mmmmm

MH: Blue?

MHJunior: Yep.

MH: Can I try some?....tastes like demazin

MHJunior: Do you really think it tastes like demazin?

MH: You don't?

MHJunior: Nope. Tastes like raspberry

MH: IT DOES TOO!

Aliens exist

I wrote something here.

but I decided against it.
instead you get this... and a chance to think about what could have been worse.

I wonder what it would be like the burst at the seams?

Feeling like you are bearing child is terribly underated.
or several children for that matter.
The trifle is the father. but the turkey has my heart.
Merry Christmas to the expecting. and the unexpected.