Psst... this page is a work-in-progress.

I normally hold my cards pretty close to my chest... but you can have these ones.

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I'll cook some food this afternoon because one day very soon I'll have the energy to find and immigrate to that enchanted village of rural Scotland I've been dreaming up

I am lost in a sea of stars

Whose chronic ripples whisper like countless muted radios,

Interfering at a rate desperate eyes cannot follow;

At a rate which blurs each star beyond recognition.

Still I cry and laugh and twirl

Soaking stupidly,

Hoping to be seen

In this boiling fever dream.

Find me and take me to a lake,

Take me to a creek.

See how bight we'll shine.

Take me to a puddle,

Take me to a pond

And see our ripples twine