I'm around sixty when I destroy a large city. Burning hot magenta pieces trying to pull me in. What a feeling to be on other side of clouds when this is happening. It's so easy - like throwing out an empty pack of cigarettes as you walk along it's so quite everything is as it were except for a tickle in my mind I squeeze it dead and keep looking at it full of guilt.

DESERT

Shall I go to the desert?

To meet Jordan

His hands full of poppy seeds

Master of the dagger, master of the fence

The red paladin

This is a list. Of all the things we lost in the fire:

a boy with black hair

that moment when we open our eyes

snuggling in the palm

we discover mirror for the first time - like cats

you see what I don’t

it’s a whole planet!

it’s like a sunflower

and I loveitloveitloveit

like crazy.