go ahead, put anything.

ok "anything" nice to meet you, Right now

I am... unsure.

you see what we've done is we've gone and shattered that glass ceiling of this green house, we've ripped up and destroyed and picked apart and

oh my ducking EL oh him

this dog's barking

im sure they can sense what's going on up here in this ivory tower of beaten and worn wood, kitch and the memory of sunlight

now I am cool as a cucumber

I've had too much fun in the sun I'm not built for this much fun,

You see Anything what happened was is

was

is

AHAHA sorry I let the fool run away with the wrungs of this sometimes fragile latticed lettuce crop ladder. This feels good. I should have listened to Ssabi friend of Adam (Se?chaba, Not Motala)

what do we do with the pieces of thread and shattered rose petals we've left strewn about? We take a deep breath, find the tightness and tautness and taught-

and we teach ourselves to restring the things we've cut with blunt knife scissors. Scissors. Scissors for s splitting piece of shi-silly goose.

We,

that is to say:

el, the god complex

elo, the gamer, the fool, the "mellow" one

ellie, a relic I seem to not want to get into right now...

Eleanor, another relic, a natural level 20 headed cool ginger with a penchant for pleasure and pain and pendulums that swing, but-and cognitive dances with dissonance

My cognitive, our, my, our

cognition has been waltzing with dissonance for far too long,

we've waltzed and tangoed and saltza-shaka-skitted and flitted around the city-scape and have forgotten what we need to stay clean in this place,

this town of the Cape filled with self-made slaves and euro-eccecntric entrepreneurs, and in this I'd like to insert myself, once again.

because we are bees, whether we like it or not. Black and yellow bees with wobbly knees (bee_cuz we bee's made a habit of building big boxes filled with smoke and smog

and the Bee Movie is revolutionary. So thanks for that Jerry. I see you. i do.

back to the bees we've met along our journey.

el is me. right now I am el. I've fear my-self for far too long.

Eleanor rose viljoen

e1ea/nor

roses and posies and death and destruction and

villainous villan-elle behaviour

Once again, in case you've missed my refrain,

I killed someone. I left an anxious-avoidant oreo that bit me out in the sun and the shade, and I couldn't find him when i looked, so I hope-

no

it's hope that kills you. can kill. can. but-no, and

doesn't have to.

one of these days we will print our rambling scrambles out and put it up all nice and clear clean cut for you to see,

for we to see. Should i destruct myself? It can be hard to be friends with a ghost i think. All this spiralling got me spiralled out! and now My neuro-trans-mittens have become all a-un-tangled

scramblings and ramblings and keeping time can be difficult.

"thats why we invented watches"