joyrider

i am listening to cerebus shoal and breathing on the window next to me. it's fogging up, and i am drawing a bunyip in the fog, like from dot and the kangaroo. i was terrified of that thing, and have drawn him on everything since i was a kid, like a protection spell. the window fog figures fade, and i blow again, and start again.

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i cannot hear oil drum calypso steel sounds without thinking of 1991 and janes addiction. janes makes me think of siouxie sioux, and she makes me think of a giant neon kamasutra woodcut, pulsing.