The Process behind the Thing.
the rich know how to survive… and they’re used to having enemies.
clop of high heels on paving stones.
I’ve made some jams to put aside.
MARCH OF THE VOLCANOES!
FIRE SKY! marvellous sunsets.
Bream, a terribly misunderstood fish…
The mind spends time with its memories. VAUDEVILLE.
They are chosen carefully and contain no reproach or reproof.
Mirror of the Psyche.
There is much disquiet.
Sin proves indigestible.
all this is unfamiliar to me. I must find a way to survive.
Marmoset rolls around playfully in field of flowers. Very cute.
Huge hard-eyed eagle swoops Woosh and the marmoset is swept away.
Red in tooth and claw, an admirably unsentimental depiction of nature.
Puck figure winks and leers from behind a curtain of ivy.
Lolling of gods in bucolic landscape. Bunches of grapes. Bees. Long grass.
Happy indolence. Gambolling of lambs. Cooing of doves.
A Shepard boy plays his pipes. Charms the birds and the animals.
Look! A rabbit kneels at his feet, big ears all a quiver.
Wonderful thing, music.
moth batting against paper lampshade.
clop of heel on the paving stones.
A small lizard man emerges and orders coffee. His eyes are cold when he flashes his lizard grin. I am wary of all the creatures of the cold blood.
ANAL LITURGY. pope emerges grinning from behind scrum of cherubs.
His reptilian nature is confirmed when, from the corner of my eye, I spot his tongue lash out, whipfast, and steal a passing fly.
LEARN VIGOUROUS HANDSHAKE.
Business Salad. Creature of Dunce.