12th august 12.30pm - when you've got your two best people in the world loving you . . .

and on the seventh day he found peace . . .

when you've got your two best people loving you . . .
then everything is right with the world

the dark-ages are over. mr sun has got his hat on and he's here to stay; for the time being, at least

had a small kip which ate the meal of gloom and spat it out.
looking around, all is fresh and new once more. muffin's had her summer haircut which was as much as a little torture for her. she dislikes it intensely while the brutal act is performed but now, now she is sparkling, full of joy and bogey at once involves himself in the ensuing ecstasy of group-love, in it's purest sense, of course.

we have, together, achieved nirvana with nature's powerful assistance; no sombre light to dull this fine moment.

the internet's still down, though. only minutes of online time the whole morning. but there are things to do in the real world. today I will continue organising in the workshop and at some stage, perhaps soon, I will finally be able to shape my pieces of clay for it is essentially my vocation, my occupation, my means of expressing who I am, and it must be achieved. philosophically speaking, for me anyhow, it serves the same purpose as dreams, purifying the constantly flowing river of subliminal confusions and these confusions can make you unreachable and, sometimes, insane.

I will get on.
there's work to be done

and everything is right with the world