FADE

Arial.

My energy is depleted, and I can not see forward, only behind, negativity. 

The darkness is upon us, as we prepare for the reviving rest that'll jolt us back into life. TLF. Deep down in the inner most innerness of my inners is what I need. MOTIVATION. MOVEMENT. REACTION. 

My mind feels like a mess of cables, a never ending jumble of trails and confusion.

PERHAPS LIKE THIS.

Twisting and turning around each other, through each other, between each other, stopping each other in their tracks, like a blend of mess.

MY HEAD SPINS.

WRITE LEFT

How strange.

I find myself wanting to tell the world my thinkings, do they need to be told?

It is a Thursday evening in early April 2011, this year is flying past.

Radiohead on the record deck, The King of Limbs, my first proper listen, digging the last four tracks, now on to The Chemical Brothers.

TLF

So April 16th 2011 is RECORD STORE DAY and there are some very limited RELEASES, it could potentially be and expensive day.

That was me, writing rubbish. Literally.

I need to FOCUS

                  OCUS

                     CUS

                        US

                           S

NOTHING. It, the brain, has done a runner.