early morning dog duty, pan and i are entrenched in the new moon, it has cast it's influence upon us, we are symbiotic elements of the same being, canine and human, we have the deep understanding, the psychic bond, the affinity. i throw the frisbee but it gets eaten by a malevolent tree that sits in a dark part of the street, a tree that has eaten most of my frisbees and kidnapped most of the balls i have thrown, we have to give it up and retire to our respective days, pansy sleeps and dreams on his sofa while i have hair to cut, and a friend to see in avalon.
i wander down to cupcake central and we drive to a big private hospital that looks like a hotel, it's luxurious. what a four star place to be birthed, special rooms, nice shops and happy staff wander around. yes it is a nice place for some one to manifest themselves into this old world. cupcake seems to think i have a problem with doors, slamming them i think, it's such a strange thing to point out, but she is probably correct, i never really understood doors, windows i get, but doors i resent. some buildings have to many. what's the point?
we sit in the sun, near a beach, it's calm and i feel peace.