What the hell am I doing ?.
I don't want to do anything.
No aspirations.
No Nothing. Double Negative.


Little Miss Nothing.

A night of Nirvana, Hendrix and synthesised energy.


Lets. Play. Pretend.
Because imagination over-rules reality.
Except. It feels real. So is it?.


I'm itching on the inside.
In my veins.
For some excitement.


Something.. distracting .
And every time you rear your ugly ugly ego, I dive a little deeper into trouble.
And life is going swimmingly.

Maybe someday, as we seal a deal, I'll ya, Mr K, You are the reason I've lost all self-respect.
Hard to imagine. 'I have no preference, motherfucker'.


(Y) Tomorrow.
See You.