scraps of memory, condensed down to sweating seconds of fevered scriblings: drunken ramblins on love and loss, gods and beasts. just more scrawlings on the cave wall, left to be buried in corners, forgotten, beneath hours, ash and dust...later, re-discovered, re-collected, re-connected re-worked...sun spat-out birds, broken beaked, dying in my hands...a little blood and blue-black tears running down, in between...confessions of gods and demons crawling across the lawn...(r to x rated at times), but ultimately, honestly, just more arrhythmic beatings of another trembling child's heart.