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.