Soooo..... hows it been where is everyone ??? Are we all this crazy or should I feel singled out. This maybe spinning to fast the room the head the wrist made of metal all moving on dials and routers cogs and bolts oiled for maximum efficiency. I have got cats of all different sizes used as alarm clocks for the sleeping mind. They will kill me over and over again teeth to sharp to touch and fur not made for petting. I guess I need it cant you tell? Like the fog makes everything look less routine. And I can ask for anything because I have you all locked away safe with a bolt and key. Never ask to be let out you see I am protecting you from yourself from your routine. I am the fog, I am the cogs in this huge clock wound up to infinity, I am the sun and moon and star and if you really want it really want to taste something sweet. Than we can fight you can battle me for the sky.

The cats are now dogs back to cats come with dogs made of fur feathers and small birds caught by cats this textile life is a fever dream and we are all connected and we all are all within another. I can remember every paw and all soil and all blood I have spilt I will never forget my sins and my losses for the make up each fiber in my skin. And as you wake up to read this I will watch the letters in your iris. This is our Fever dream.

Dont ask me where this comes from you already know.