Million Billion Trillion

Pt Douglas: i was just saying how much i love a good monsoon and so love that about FNQ, FL an Uttar Pradesh. earlier in the evening i swam in the pool with some rain drops and feeling like I wanted to meet Olga in person. Walked to town with Luke who is antsy to check his facebook and i have about $3 in my pocket which i will give to him, clemency.

"Jesus said: I am the resurrection and the life; he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live. and whosever liveth and believeth in me shall never die, believest thou this?"

Johor Bahru: should be thinking about how malaysia looks in the this light, but im scared of seeing london again. like, i can do it, i wont not do it, but i know those ghosts will be there and ill have to remind them that, he is dead as a winter vine and spring for him will never come again, but for me it will push through the sodden ground at the first sight of sun.

Vernon Scannell: And in that city through a forked November, love like a Catherine Wheel delighted me.... (i LOVE this)

Horitzontal Craving
As always on a long haul flight, i have this mouth watering imagination of lying horizontal. the thought of horizontal, i may say, even though only an imagination, tastes better than the 'real' fruit pancakes and chicken sausages that Thai airway serve up in thier little tinseled parcels with plastic knives and forks. Im sure the hostess pointed me to the wrong seat. my seat is supposed to be horizontal.

SNOWING!!!
its wet! I don't think I knew that until now, not really, but my coat is soaking and my hair is wet and i walked past people in the street that used their umbrellas for the snow, i never thought you had to. AND they really are crystals! I thought that was just cartoonisd, but its real and mesmorising. I wrote Emilio yesterday. I dont know why, but he wrote back today and now Im nervous about meeting him again. I only know what I dont want when its already happening. anyway, im in Nonna's. Its wet! I have a runny nose! and such dry sore lips! and im LOVING the snow(0: meeting Sascha in covent garden on sat. gunna carve out some pristine new times and share genuine happiness in a place that, for me, holds hands with the dead enemy who ruled his army brutally. Warm, sipping on coffee at Nonnas I can feel (what? you dont believe me that I can actually feel this) him slipping away, the more sure I get of it, the more he vaporises and apart from it, this moment is so fantastic that i wish it would last......im strong and brave.