Monday, 31 August 2009

Unsurity of Purpose

I am confused. I'm not exactly sure why I'm here or what I'm doing. I'm not all for this and have nothing as yet concrete in the sections of vision. I will flounder for the long haul, even when my focus will have moments of casual solidity. Of such things I can promise, your entertainment is a desired attainment. Of the rest we shall just have to wait and see, mind you not passively but with, perhaps, stumbling reprehensibility. And hopefully, now you are just as confused as I.

The physical:
An awakening London
The desired:
The feeling in the forefront:
The smothering sense:
Tactile - cotton encased down
In absence of misplaced action:
I would be painting pictures on the back of my eyelids.
If I were listening closely:
Dispatch: The General