Today I want to buy green and rosebud tea and a small book of melancholy poetry for the oncoming Autumn. I am having lunch with Lisa and then I plan to sunbathe in the afternoon if the sky remains golden.

She had roses in her hair and jasmine on her breast.

I chased a fox around the flooded lake just as the sun was rising.

The garden is withering, a bit like me.

Well it rained (what an understatement). It thundered and great balls of ice flew from the sky. They crashed and they burned shop owners hopes. Water soaked my wretched body as I waded the streets. The streets became rivers and my shoes expanded with water. Everything was flooded, everything was frantic, except me. I was swimming the streets and I felt as though we could have been washed away.
Things have settled now, the pressure has been lifted. There is an insanity in the air, the bugs are swirling like a hurricane. We could be in The Wizard of Oz but we aren't and the world didn't end.

I chewed a whole pack of juicy fruit gum at work today, hoped for rain, awaited a response from a university regarding mid year enrolments, ate cheese and biscuits for supper and have a pot of tea brewing.

all I can do is hope but music makes me sad and slowly kills me. I am sick of myself, goodbye.