9 to 5; EST

Untitled, 2001 (Ophelia) by Gregory Crewdson

So that is what I'll be analysing till 4. With Bournvita and leftover Peanut Butter fudge. Ironic that even with 97 academic papers down, none of them to my name. Discoveries like these make it worthwhile. Even now that they've stopped payment. Gross, really, being employed.

sweet and heady

like my love

symbols, numbers and other neuroses

When you turn brackets inside out they include the universe and exclude perhaps only, you. Throw in an equals sign and this is set right again. )=(

Wise, watery Neptune knows this, of course. That you are but everything you forbid yourself and even your walls (perhaps a little traitorous) are the same.

Just another white spark to justify the entire dreary afternoon on a seven-seven (allow yourself a giggle).