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She walked past as he pondered this new elusive truth. Looking away. Ignoring him – she can’t have not seen him.

He closed the book and rose, a fat of irrationality taking over. She was already turning her head slightly, knew he was approaching.

Hello, how are you? he asked.

Fine thanks.

Why, why did you say that to me. Please explain. Let me understand, at least. I want to know! What have I done? Why would you make me feel that way and then leave it like that, why would you bother?

Don’t you think it’s difficult to speak about? You made me eel uncomfortable, Mein.

You fucking women… You want us to hurt you… I don’t want to hurt you! None of you treat me like a human being!


They walked up the hill, over its ridge. There were some trees on the left, and a kind of dusty path bent up another slope nearby, ascending gently up. The sun went behind a cloud perhaps as we came to this place, because the lighting seemed to darken, almost to mauve. Jeff gasped. the others looked at him.

This place, it’s like a recurring dream. I’ve seen it many times

This is very, very strange.

I don’t like it here. 


reverse therapist

lover, that knows you, you thought you knew

Fear is in the mind

Batman would hesitate in working out decisions

Paranoid, unsure, afraid of being left alone, scared to get close. Questioning himself, harshly. realistically.

Young, school age killer. Crane advises him on fear of exposure

Sees himself in the boy. Apt Pupil.

Sunny busy fear

The crows are also always there, everywhere

In our sleepy times they really gather

Squabbling goblins, checkering the sky

Prophesying death

Cackling, they take their black life-blood out of our grasp

Improvisational performance actor secretly running on pure derision


No skuche ala gats??

Fottuto – fucking

dragged out orgasm – get me through the barrier

I trust you implicitly

Your heart is in my hands


‘Doesn’t matter what you actually *do*. It’s how you do it.

People will conjure up all kinds of shit for themselves.’

(Clearly enjoying himself to exhibit fucking another girl by the window after he’s thrown the old one out) – Well at least I take an active interest in her feelings

‘And i still manage to be objectified!’

Farm worker like Paul. Not humble because more pressure on him in his upbringing to keep at his situation, so he pushes for more variation and excitement, makes the most of his things; his gifts. Aware of the appeal he has over someone with less strength, ruggedness, real physical adventure and environmental knowledge.

Starfish takes it for granted that some men are like that. It’s manly = lots of men are like that! So do it  better

Always finds some disappointment.   One of those females with a weird sort of kind caring – suspect

Fluttery light smell of her menstruation cheered me

Mein – hey sugar, I’ll put my cock in a box and tie my hands behind my back, but stay in my life…yeh?

Tesh  lives in a lighthouse, or sails away, or dreams himself cut off from friends by sea-mist (then finds a rave scene) whereas Mein dreams of getting caught peeping on little boys. Heart inextricably attached to childhood

Corpses holding a moaning conference in moonlight. The echo translated of Zelda through my mind. Nannie Slagg.

Mein does something secretly evil to Star. What does she love? Whose is the dress? The old man + the hag  Told her to be strong and catch a disease

Misty hill dips. Crazed gardener serial killer in the village

Community of svirfnevblin – strange but physical beings, visited – by hag. In honour? In disgust?

A jester making everyone on their toes, colouring them surreal, causing the plot to unravel and guiding it monkeyily. Kiswa + Sin a strange couple who run a strange shop. Mvskett is mayor or head of the watch tower. karl/me is gravekeeper/tomb guardian/sewer chief. Mike is curiosity shop owner/smuggler Do you want it or no? Christophe runs a stall of nick nacks and repares rituals and festivities with great seriousness. I have great passion for deh nick-nacks. Andy makes sure the mushroom people are ok. He’s a farmer led off by mushroom people.into their bulbous, resonating, calm. Bayman fishes for periwinkles and gorilla-squid. She can deal with those gorilla-squid. The ressies run the farm, intuitively. Amber traumatises schoolkids and weeps silently in the middle of the night. Paul watches tv. Steve is gandalf, immortal protector of the fate of Skirt Town.

Maala – I just give up with this fucking house.

dEbt collectors with strange smile

Scene: Maala leading a richly ornamented woman into the house

Maala getting a visit from suited sharks demanding, in time, a significant portion of her wealth.

Maala always there. Hates the place, gives no good example of cleanliness. Never leaves, just sinks in it. Cats everywhere pissing and shitting. Star wants to  get away all the time, sat slumped head spinning like kafka. Tension constant, no one getting a break, an objective perspective

A whole world out there, jesus!


Starish with Tesh. Feels aroused at his originality, the effortlessness of his actions towards her. She wants more, anything, trusting him, wanting to be caught in his current. Something else, too, like disenchantment underneath, making-do.

Curse of the golden flower meets the Bosnian war.

Starfish world

…Zorian walks into, hoping to capitalise on other merchant’s unwillingness to deal with Telukbetang (I walked with a Zombie, I lived on an Island, don’t leave me on the beach civilisation!! (an outcast)

On the bridge outside you must pay the gendarmes three golds to enter. Inside the battlements, the wooden library with its stairs and high shelves and different floors. A herby smell of dead moths, scholar’s monkish rooms. In the more lavish cubicles, jars of crystals and deep pool creatures, or clunking, turning brass star measurers turning beside the iron rings of precious stone planetary orbit representations.

Under disturbed…

Under disturbed earth

Castrating primordial fathers, stretching to infinity