the morning starts with lumberjack cake and coffee for breakfast, miss cupcake looking pretty special and kinda sexy with her glow and fat guts. we are emmersed in saturday papers, news items are all disposable, snippits of exchanges, theories about a murder, emotions repressed, new angles change everything, new perspectives shift the judgements, that's why it's best to avoid them. i don't really care about the world today, it can go to hell, i'm eating lumberjack cake and i'm happy.